CIHM 
Microfiche 
Series 
(l\Aonographs) 


ICMH 

Collection  de 
microfiches 
(monographles) 


M 


Canadiwi  IrathuM  for  Htotorical  Microrapraductlans  /  Iratitut  canadiM  da  microraproductlom  hiatoriquaa 


1995 


Ttchnical  and  MMofraphic  Notn  /  NetM  tachrnqtm  «t  biMioviphiquM 


Th*  Imtitun  hM  antniptad  to  oboin  th*  bMt  orifiral 
copy  natlablt  for  filming.  Foatum  of  thit  copy  wtiich 
rray  bt  blbUotnpliially  unlqm.  otiieh  moy  thw  any 
of  Itw  imatat  in  tiM  rapraduetion.  or  wMch  may 
lifnlfieanlly  ehanfi  tha  laual  matfiod  of  f  llmint,  ara 


r^  Colourad  eonan/ 
I  Couvartura  da  eoulaur 


D 
D 


Covari  damagad/ 
Couwnura 


Covars  rastorad  and/or  laminatad/ 
Couvartura  rastauria  at/ou  pallicuHa 


□  Cotar  iHIa  minini/ 
La  titra  da  cemartura  manqua 

□  Coloiirad  mapi/ 
Canaa  ttoyaphiquai  an  ooulaiir 


D 


Colourad  ink  (i.a.  othar  than  Mua  or  btoefcl/ 
Encra  da  eoulaur  (i.a.  autra  qua  Maua  ou  notral 


□  Colourad  platat  and/or  illunratiom/ 
I 


I  Planchat  at/ou  illustratioin  an  eoulaur 


n 


Bound  with  othar  matarial/ 
Ralii  aaac  d'autras  documanti 


□  Ti^t  binding  may  mia  ihadowi  or  i  .itortion 
along  intarior  margin/ 

La  raliura  Mrrta  paut  cauaar  da  I'omhra  ou  da  la 
distortion  la  long  da  la  margt  intiriaura 

□  Blank  laaaai  addad  during  raitoration  may  appaar 
within  tha  taxt  Whananr  ponibla.  thaia  ha«a 
baan  omitiad  from  f ili  aing/ 
II M  paut  qua  cartainat  pagn  Manctm  ajouttat 
ton  d'una  rattauration  apparaitiant  dam  la  taxia. 
mait,  lonqua  eala  toil  pouiMa.  cat  pagas  n'ont 


D 


Additional  eommanti:/ 
Commantairas  tuppltmantairat: 


Thi<  ilam  it  f  ilmad  at  tha  raduction  ratio  chackad 
Ca  documant  ast  filmt  au  taux  da  rMuaion 


indiqui  ci^datMut. 


L'Imtitut  a  microfilm*  la  maillaur  aiamplaira  qu'il 
lui  a  MponiMa  data  procure  .  Lat  dtoila  da  eat 


bibWograpliiqua.  qui  paumnt  modHiar  una  knaga 
raproduHa.  ou  qui  pauaant  axigar  una  nwdHleation 
dan«  la  nrtthoda  notmal ;  da  f  iknaga  lont  Indlquli 
ei-deoout. 

□  Coloutad  pagar  / 
Pagaa  da  eoulaur 


□  Hfn  raitorad  and/or  lamnatad/ 
Fagai  rattaurtat  at/ou  padieuMai 

Qhgai  diaeolourad.  itakiad  or  fond/ 
Fagndieoloriai 

□  ragai  dataehad/ 


0 


□  Quality  of  print  aariat/ 
Oualit*  inigala  da  I'impranion 

□  Continuous  pagination/ 
Pagination  continue 


n 


Indudat  indax(asl/ 
Comprand  un  Idas)  index 

Title  on  header  taken  from:  / 
Le  titte  de  I'en-tMe  proaient: 


□  Title  page  of  issue/ 
Page  de  litre  de  la  li 

□  Caption  of  issue/ 
Titrede 


D 


livraison 


dipert  de  la  livraison 

Masthaed/ 

Ginerkiue  Ipiriodiquetl  de  la  livraison 


lOX 

1«X 

1«X 

22X 

MX 

MX 

1 

J 

J 

_j 

12X 

MX 

20X 

24X 

2ax 

^"^ 

^■"■^ 

^~' 

13* 

Ttis  copy  filmed  twr*  hM  b«*n  raproducad  thanki 
to  tha  ganaroaity  of: 

National  Librai:y  of  Canada 


L'aiianiplaira  fllmt  lut  raproduit  grica  i  la 
gtntroait*  da: 

Blbllothequa  national*  du  Canada 


Tha  imagaa  appaaring  hara  ara  tha  baat  quality 
peaaibia  eonaidaring  tha  condition  and  lagibillty 
of  tha  original  copy  and  in  kaaping  with  tha 
filming  contract  apaclficationa. 


Laa  imagas  tuivantaa  ont  ttt  raproduita*  avae  la 
plua  grand  loin,  compta  tanu  da  la  condition  at 
da  la  nanatt  da  I'axampiaira  flimt.  at  an 
eonformit*  avae  laa  eondltlona  du  contrat  da 
filmaga. 


Original  coplaa  in  printad  papar  eovara  ara  filmod 
baginning  with  tha  front  covar  and  anding  on 
tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  impraa- 
lion,  or  tha  back  covar  whan  appropriata.  All 
othar  original  copiaa  ara  filmad  baginning  en  tha 
first  paga  with  a  printad  or  illuatratad  Impraa- 
aion,  and  anding  on  tha  laat  paga  with  a  printad 
or  illuatratad  impraaaion. 


Laa  axamplairaa  originaux  dont  la  couvartura  an 
papiar  aat  imprimta  aont  fllmia  an  eomman«ant 
par  la  pramlar  plat  at  an  tarminant  toit  par  la 
darnitra  paga  qui  eomporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraaaion  ou  d'illuatratlon,  aolt  par  la  tacond 
plat,  aalon  la  eaa.  Toua  laa  autraa  axamplairas 
eriginaux  aont  fllm4a  an  commancant  par  la 
pramltra  paga  qui  eomporta  una  amprainta 
d'impraaaion  ou  d'illuatratlon  at  an  tarminant  par 
la  darnitra  paga  qui  eomporta  una  talia 
amprainta. 


Tha  laat  racordad  frama  on  aach  microficha 
ahaii  contain  tha  lymbol  ^^^  Imaaning  "CON- 
TINUED "I.  or  tha  tymbol  ▼  Imaaning  'END"), 
whiehavar  appllaa. 

Mapa,  plataa,  charta.  ate.  may  ba  filmad  at 
diffarant  raduction  ratios.  Thoaa  too  larga  to  ba 
antiraly  Included  in  ona  axpoaura  ara  filmad 
baginning  in  tha  uppar  iaft  hand  cornar.  laft  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  framaa  aa 
raquirad.  Tha  following  diagrama  llluatrata  tha 
mathod: 


Un  daa  symbolaa  aulvanta  spparaltra  sur  la 
darnitra  imaga  da  chaqua  microficha.  salon  la 
caa:  la  symbola  —»■  aignifia  "A  SUIVRE".  la 
symbols  V  aignifia  "FIN". 

Laa  cartas,  planchas.  tablaaux.  ate.  pauvant  itra 
fllmts  t  daa  taux  da  rMuctlon  difftrants. 
Lorsqua  la  doeumant  ast  trop  grand  pour  itra 
raproduit  an  un  saul  clich*.  il  aat  film*  i  partir 
da  I'angia  suptriaur  gaucha.  da  gaucha  i  droita. 
at  da  haul  an  baa.  an  pranant  la  nombra 
d'Imagaa  nicaaaaira.  Las  diagrammaa  suivanta 
illustrant  la  method*. 


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RAINBOWS 


ON 


WAR  CLOUDS 


JAMES    L.    HUGHES 

*"^^"  °^  "SONGS  OP  GLADNESS  " 
••STORIES   AND    MUSINGS^ETC 


SYRACUSE.  N.  Y. 
C.    W.    BARDEEN 


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copyright,  1S10  by  C.  W.  Itardmi. 


FOREWORD 

These  poom  are  published  with  the  hope  that  they  may 
help  to  heal  sorrowing  hearts  and  aid  in  the  spread  of  true 
ideals  regarding  love,  and  sacrifice,  and  duty,  and  universal 
brotherhood. 

It  is  hoped,  too,  that  they  may  increase  the  respect  and 
deepen  the  sympathy  of  true  men  and  women  for  the  brave 
soldiers  and  sailors  who  are  so  nobly  fighting  for  freedom, 
justice,  righteousness,  home,  and  Christian  civilization. 

James  L.  Hughes 

Toronto,  Canada 


CONTENTS 

Bri(ht  Ralnboira 

Cherl-o  ".'.'] 

The  Truly  UnBelflsh  MothefV  Answer.' n 

"Old  Olory"  and  "The  Union  Jack". .                i j 

A  Noble  Mother : 

Afraid  to  Tell  His  Mother....!!...!.' \t 

T.eaTe  Them  to  Rest \z 

O  Heroes,  lYilIen  Heroes ,, 

I've  Got  Mine !!!!!!!!!!!! J, 

Heroism  and  Tenderness 1? 

The  "Last  Post" '. " 

Brotherhood 

Thank  God  for  Pearless  lithVrV. '.'.'.'.". ^ 

CapUln  Smith,  V.  C »! 

Lieutenant  Brown ,, 

Private  Jones ..! ! ! ! ! ! o! 

"War  Ended  My  Religion". . . . . ! !!!!!!!!!!!! ,, 

"You  Cannot  Pass" ," 

The  First  Americans  to  Die !!!!!!! jg 

In  Locre , 

At  Bay ■.•.■.•.■.".•.'.'.'.■.■.■.'.'.'.;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!■• 

"Over  the  Top" "  " 

An  English  Volunteer .!!!! ,, 

Grandfather's  Just  Pride !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'  45 

Tommy  Atkins,  Jack  Canuck  and  Sammy. 41 

Veterans,  Blue  and  Gray „ 

Christ  on  the  Ruined  WaU  In  Ypres!!!!!!!! 51 

Re<ilscovering  Christ ! ! jj 

When  Our  Boys  Come  Back „ 

'M«de  Selflsh  by  Love .!!!!!!!! 55 


Chrlit-Uli»  Men „ 

More  DecnuUnf  Thin  w«r k, 

Chrlife  QneiUoD ,. 

UnaeUlih  Soldlera J! 

The  CbtplKln  at  Vlmy  Rldfe •. 

The  Old  Oermtn  Bible .. 

8.Te« :;:::::::::::::::: !! 

The  Peliled  Comclence  of  the  ConiclenUoue  Objector. . .      71 

Why  We're  nghtiiic ,, 

The  OM  BHUeh  Veteran ......"    73 

A  Tnie  Hero .!!!]"       75 

"You're  Drafted" ,, 

Saw   ih  Senricea '^" '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.' '    77 

Has    '"-.rlstianlty  Failed? ■,, 

The  Ohoata  of  177« ................[..    to 

"My  Own"  Country at 

The  Platitudinoui  Pacilata !!!!...!!!!.!"!    83 

A  Weak  Apoloiy 87 

Frensied  Freedom » 

A  Loyal  German "..!.!!!!!!!!    M 

A  Oleloyal  German „ 

Lite'.  Vital  Power ..[..[[...'.'. gs 

Tell  Their  Great  Deeds ...............[    14 

Love  and  Hate !!.!.."    M 

Life  and  Death '.'.'.'.'.     "    m 

Mystery  and  Glory u 

Comrade  Fathers  of  Heroic  Sons !..!!.!!.!!    m 

Canada  to  the  United  States ] . .  jgg 

Fate  at  the  Front jnj 

His  Unfinished  Story ."!!!!!!!  loj 

Chester   ] ]  * ' '         j*. 

Our  Memories ji.- 

My  Valiant  Son u, 

o*"*' ::::::;::;:::::;  107 

To  My  Only  Son jjg 

Sorrow  and  Joy jja 

His  Last  Letter ! !  1 ! ! ! !  ]  Ul 

Mars  and  Venus !]]!!!!!!!]]  112 

viii 


RAINBOWS  OR  WAR  CLOUDS 
BRIGHT  RAINBOWS 

Proudly  went  our  sons  to  battle 

While  the  dew  was  on  life's  flowers; 

While  the  rising  sun  of  morning 
Was  awaking  vital  powers. 

Though  they  come  no  more  to  greet  us, 
Those  young  hero  sons  of  ours, 

Bare  and  radiant  was  the  beauty 
Of  their  early  morning  flowers. 

And  the  perfume  of  their  blooming 
In  its  sweetness  will  remain, 

Giving  life  a  richer  glory; 
Helping  to  relieve  our  pain. 

Though  our  hearts  be  sad,  and  tearful 
Be  our  eyes  in  coming  years. 

Memory  will  see  bright  rainbows 
On  the  cloud  mist  of  our  tears. 


OHEEBI-0 

He  remained  at  his  post  to  the  end 

While  the  Huns  swept  paat 
And  he  phoned  to  headquarters  the  news; 

He  was  found  at  last; 
Then  he  said,  "They  are  now  very  near, 
Cheeri-o,  I  will  die  with  a  cheer." 

Then  he  called  his  great  message  again, 

"Cheeri-o,  good  bye. 
In  a  moment  I  know  I  must  go 

To  my  home  on  high; 
But  when  freedom  and  right  are  at  stake, 
Cheeri-o,  I  will  die  for  their  sake." 


(A  true  story  that  led  to  the  adoption  of  Cheeri-o, 
as  a  battle  cry  of  the  Allies,  when  going  "Over  the 
Top.") 


IH«  TEULT  UirULFIBH  MOTHBfS  ARBWXB 

God  gave  ray  son  in  trust  to  me. 
Ohnst  died  fop  him,  so  lie  should  be 
■*  ""^  for  Christ.    He  ia  his  own, 
And  Gods  and  man's;  not  mine  alone, 
He  was  not  mine  to  "give".     He  gave 
Himself  that  he  might  help  to  save 
All  that  a  Christian  should  revere. 
All  that  enlightened  men  hold  dear. 

''To  feed  the  guns!"  Oh,  torpid  soul  I 
Awake  and  see  life  as  a  whole. 
When  freedom,  honor,  justice,  right. 
Were  threatened  by  the  despot's  might, 
With  heart  aflame  and  soul  alight 
He  bravely  went  for  God  to  flght 
Against  base  savages  whose  pride 
The  laws  of  God  and  man  defied: 
Who  slew  the  mother  and  her  child; 
Who  maidens  pure  and  sweet  defiled. 
He  did  not  go  "to  feed  the  guns". 
He  went  to  save  from  ruthless  Huns 
His  home  and  country,  and  to  be 
A  guardian  of  democracy. 
"What  if  he  does  not  comeT"  you  say 
^;.T*"'  My  sky  would  be  more  gray. 
But  through  the  clouds  the  sun  would  shiie 
And  vital  memories  be  mine  ' 

God's  test  of  manhood  is,  I  know 
Not  "will  he  comet"  but  did  he' got 
My  son  well  knew  that  he  might  die 
And  yet  he  went  with  purpose  high 
10  fight  for  peace,  and  overthrow 


The  pUu  of  Christ '■  relentlMi  foe. 

He  dreaded  not  the  btttlefleld; 

He  went  to  make  fierce  TindeU  yield. 

If  he  comes  not  again  to  me 

I  shall  be  sad;  but  not  that  he 

Went  like  a  man— a  hero  true — 

His  part  unselfishly  to  do. 

My  heart  will  feel  exultant  pride 

That  for  humanity  be  died. 


"Forgotten  grave!"    This  selfish  plea 
Awakes  no  deep  response  in  me; 
For  though  his  grave  I  may  not  see, 
My  boy  will  ne'er  forgotten  be. 
My  real  son  can  never  die; 
'Tis  but  his  body  that  may  lie 
In  foreign  land,  and  I  shall  keep 
Remembrance  fond  forever  deep 
Within  my  heart  of  my  tme  son. 
Because  of  triumphs  that  he  won. 
It  matters  not  where  anyone 
May  lie  and  sleep,  when  work  is  done. 
It  matters  not  where  some  men  live. 
If  my  dear  son  his  life  must  give 
Hossnnas  I  will  sing  for  him, 
K'en  though  my  eyes  with  tears  be  dim. 
And  when  the  war  is  over,  when 
His  gallant  comrades  come  again, 
111  cheer  them  as  they're  marching  by, 
Rejoicing  that  they  did  not  die. 
And  when  his  vacan<  olace  I  see. 
My  heart  will  bom  ..  with  joy  that  he 
Was  mine  so  long — my  fair  young  son— 
And  cheer  for  him  whose  work  is  done. 


"OLD  OLOBT"  AMD  'YHB  UKIOir  JACK" 

"Old  Glory"  hsi  new  glory  now. 

lU  menage  to  the  truly  free 
Ii  univerul,  unoonflned 

By  bound«rie(  of  land  or  aea. 

Beeide  the  flags  of  other  landi 
That  love  democracy  and  right, 

Amerieans  "Old  Olory"  bear 

To  break  the  power  of  despot  might. 

Americans  will  proudly  sing 

"My  country"— land  of  freemen  still, 
But  higher  vision  of  "our  world" 

Will  give  their  hearU  a  deeper  thrill. 

Mankind  should  sing  of  "home,  sweet  home," 
Of  country,  and  of  empire,  too. 

But  brotherhood  will  bring  new  light, 
And  wider,  clearer,  truer  view. 

And  all  will  for  "our  world"  rejoice 
In  songs  of  gladness  for  the  day, 

When  tmstful  nations  will  unite. 
And  selfish  barriers  bum  away. 

"Old  Gloiy"  and  the  Union  Jack 
1        Have  waved  good  will  a  hundred  years 
\  And  smiled  across  our  border  land. 
■^       Hats  off  to  them,  and  rousing  cheers  I 

And  they  will  float  in  harmony 
Through  all  the  ages  yet  to  be; 

And  help  to  make  the  whole  wide  world 
Join  in  fraternal  unity. 

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A  KOBLI  MOTHn 

I  went  to  tell  ,iit  mother 
Her  oldeet  un  -vu  dead, 

Killed  by  a  ,hell.    "My  hero, 
My  brave,  true  eon,"  «he  Mid; 

"I'll  hang  a  purple  ribbon 

Upon  hii  flag,  to  tell 
He  loved  hie  country 'i  enaign. 

And  for  it  fighting  fell. 

"Now,  Bobby,  you  mnit  go,  dear, 
To  take  your  brother'i  pUee 

I  know  your  country 'i  honor 
You  never  will  diagrace  " 

I  want  again  to  tel'  her 

..tP?'  ^^^y-  too.  waa  dead. 
1 11  hang  another  ribbon 
Upon  the  flag,"  ahe  laid. 

"And  Tom  will  do  hia  duty. 
In  freedom 'a  cauae  he'U  flght- 

My  »ona  are  men  who  feur  not 
To  die  for  God  and  right." 

0,  mothemt    Noble  motheral 
How  true  your  love  I   How  deep  I 

whMe  peerieaa  hearta  are  hopefuL 
While  for  your  sons  you  weep; 

Who  hang  the  purple  ribbona 
For  those  who  are  asleep. 


AimAm  TO  TMU,  HU  MOmt 

Wh«n  wir  began,  Jim'»  f«ther 
And  mother  were  awivj 

He  telegraphed  hie  father 
At  noon  the  ueond  day. 

Hia  father  got  the  meMage, 
And  thia  ia  what  be  read:— 
I  n«v«  enliated,  father." 
Then  to  bimaelf  be  laid : 

" I'm  glad,  but  0,  hia  mother  I 
...  °'"  "'"  "o'  •«*  h-m  rro 
Twould  mi  her  heart  with  aorrow, 
To  loae  her  boy,  I  know." 

*■<>'■ '»o. long  days  hia  lecret 
»,    M  ■    **  '"''  "*■"  to  tell, 
Until  his  wife  aaid  kindly, 

Dear  John,  you  are  not  woU." 

And  then  he  told  the  meanage, 
„    And  waited  stUl  in  dread. 
Of  course  you  aent  an  answer," 
Said  ahe.    "No,  dear,"  he  said. 

"I  could  not  send  an  answer 

Until  I  first  told  you, 
I  was  afraid  to  tell  you." 

"Dear  John,"  she  said,  "I  knew 

"^?"  li«<i  «ome  cause  to  worry 
Which  seemed  too  hard  to  bear- 

You  should  have  told  me  sooner, 
inat  I  with  you  might  share 


"'*«  '""red  joy  of  kDcwing 

Who  did  hu  duty  biavely. 

What  else  could  he  have  donet 

"Yon  should  have  answered  promptly 

It  was  not  fair  to  Jim; 
Now  let  me  have  the  message. 

And  I  will  answer  him." 

"Dear  Jim,"  she  wrote,  "I'm  happy 
To  learn  you  are  go  true; 

I  m  proud  to  be  the  mother 
Of  such  a  son  as  you." 


LEAVE  THEH  TO  BEST 

Dead  they  lie— ten  of  them 

There  in  one  grave. 
Well  they  fought!    Heroes  aU; 

Noble  and  brave. 

One  cause  they  battled  fo:^- 

Freedom  and  right; 
One  God  they  worshipped,  as 

Each  saw  the  light. 

Protestants— Catholics 
Fought  their  last  fight; 

Great  was  their  victory 
There  on  the  height. 

Protestant— Catholic 

Chaplains  are  there; 
In  the  last  services 

Each  has  a  share. 

God  hears  them— both  v,i  them— 

There  as  they  pray. 
God  bless  them— both  of  them— 

Marching  away. 

Over  the  graves  let  us 

Sound  the  last  post; 
They  were  true  noblemen 

Part  of  God's  host. 

Sons  of  light— all  of  them— 

Each  did  his  best. 
Cheer  for  them !    Honor  them ! 

Leave  them  to  rest. 


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0,  HEBOXS,  FEABLKSS  HEBOESI 

"Wake  up  your  section,  sergeant, 

I  need  a  volunteer," 
The  colonel  said,  "for  duty 

That  will  be  most  severe." 

'^«°  ™en  were  soundly  sleeping 
There  in  the  trench,  for  they 

Had  fought  for  d.^s  most  bravely. 
Holding  the  Huns  at  bay. 

They  quickly  rose.     The  colonel 

Said  in  a  solemn  tone, 
"I  have  a  work  of  danger. 

Who  dares  to  go  alone?" 

Then  in  an  instant,  proudly 
Each  took  one  step  ahead— 

The  blood  of  Britons  ever 

Is  warm,  and  rich,  and  red— 

And  stood  awaiting  orders 

In  readiness,  and  so 
"The  sergeant  said,  "Well,  colonel 

You  see  I'll  have  to  go." 

.  "For,  if  I  one  selected, 

The  others  would  be  mad  • 
Ijie  down  and  sleep,  brave  fellows, 
i  U  go,  sir,  and  be  glad." 


He  did  the  needed  service 
Amid  the  bursting  shell, 

And  safely  reached  the  trenches 
Back  from  the  German  hell. 

0,  heroes  I  fearless  heroes! 

0  (rallant,  noble  men! 
When  freedom  needs  your  service, 

You're  ever  read.    then. 


I'VE  GOT  mm 

When  a  comrade  falls  on  the  battlefield 
In  the  charge  up  the  fire-swept  hill- 

And  you  stop  a  moment  to  give  him  help- 
And  he  says,  "I've  got  mine-old  BiU"; 

Then  you  drop  your  rifle,  and  kneel  by  him 
And  you  see  that  the  end  has  come-    ' 

And  you  look  around  and  no  chaplain  see 
So  you  pray  with  your  dying  chum. 

0,  your  prayer  is  short,  but  so  full  of  love 

Till  t       ^™  '^'^  '"  ^'"""  """'^  yo"^  t««". 
Till  your  comrade  smiles  and  in  whisper  low 

He  says,  "Bill,  the  dear  Father  hears  " 


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Then  he  takes  your  hand,  and  he  looks  away 

To  a  village  across  the  sea, 
And  he  says,  "Dear  Bill,  I've  a  letter  here 

For  the  sweetheart  I'll  never  see. 

"And  another,  too,  for  my  mother,  Bill, 
They  will  miss  me,  and  yet  I  know 

They  will  not  forget,  but  will  love  me  stUl, 
And  be  proud  that  I  dared  to  go." 

Then  his  eyes  grow  dim  and  his  handclasp  weak. 
As  he  whispers  a  last  "good  bye," 

And  he  kisses  his  cross;  and  yon  say,  "Dear  God, 
It  is  blessed  for  Christ  to  die." 

And  "0,  dear  Pat!    I  shall  miss  you,  lad. 
Though  in  creed  we  were  far  apart; 

You  were  God's  true  man."  Then  you  climb  the  hill 
With  a  hope  in  your  deepest  heart 

That  the  man-made  dross  may  be  burned  away 

Prom  religion,  that  men  may  be 
From  all  narrow  creeds  and  base  bigotry 

By  the  light  of  Christ's  truth  set  free 


HEBOISH  AND  TENDEBmsS 

Ye«l     Yesterday  he  bravely  won 

V.C.J 
He's  playing  with  a  child  today 

I  see. 

The  poor  child's  heart  with  sorrow  deep 

Was  filled 
When  by  a  shell  her  mother  dear 

Was  killed. 

He  took  her  to  his  tent  last  night 

To  sleep, 
And  says,  if  no  one  comes  for  her 

He'll  keep 

Her  gladly,  and  will  take  her  home 

When  he 
Goes  to  the  King  next  week  to  get 

V.  C. 

Brave  as  a  lion  yesterday; 

Today 
He  is  as  gentle  as  a  lamb 

At  play. 

Great  are  the  men  of  tenderness 

Who  fight 
So  gallantly  for  liberty 

And   right. 


THE  LAST  POST 

Within  the  grand  cathedral 

I  heard  the  bagpipes  play 
Grief's  wild  lament— "Loehaber"— 

That  sad  November  day. 
I  heard  the  "Last  Post"  sounding 

Death's  most  pathetic  cry, 
Till  souls  sobbed  out  their  sorrow 

For  those  who  dared  to  die. 

The  service  was  for  others 

Whose  sorrow  I  ccnld  share; 
Whose  souls  were  thrilled  by  music, 

And  calmed  by  hopeful  prayer; 
Whose  hearts  re-echoed  gladly 

The  sermon's  lofty  tone; 
They  loved  their  heroes  fondly, 

I  fondly  loved  my  own. 

Within  the  grand  cathedral 

I  sat  that  sacred  day. 
But  in  a  Flanders  churchyard 

My  heart  was  far  away 
In  Locre,  where  his  comrades 

Had  laid  my  gallant  son. 
And  there  I  heard  the  bugles 

Tell  that  his  work  was  done. 


From  that  old  village  churchyard 

Yonder  across  the  sea 
Hia  comrades  moaned  their  message 

Upon  the  breeze  to  me; 
And  always  in  November 

As  leaves  float  down  to  rest, 
I'll  hear  the  "Last  Post"  sounding 

Above  my  dear  son's  breast. 

But  I  will  listen  proudly 

In  May  time,  when  the  breeze 
Brings  me  the  birds'  sweet  joy-songs 

Out  of  the  lilac  trees 
Beside  his  grave  at  daybreak. 

My  faith  triumphant  then 
Will  hear  God's  grand  reveille 

For  all  His  noble  men. 

Toro&?duc?e"d  by'^hTv'^?^  Re7'U"de''-  T^'' 
at  the  unveiling  of  ^ilbfete  i^  t„of  ^S' wo" "vS 
Toronto  officers  killed  in  Prance.  ^      ^ 


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BKOTHBtHOOD 

Upon  the  Western  battle  front 
Two  men  for  freedom  fight  j 

And  side  by  side  they  struggle  on 
For  jiutice  and  for  right. 

One  is  a  Soman  Catholic 

With  simple  faith  and  clear, 

The  other  is  a  Protestant 

To  whom  all  truth  is  dear. 

Each  trusts  his  neighbor  perfectly, 
Bach  is  the  other's  friend; 

And  day  by  day,  and  night  by  night. 
Their  songs  together  blend. 

Their  thoughts  about  life's  basic  facta 

In  harmony  agree. 
Both  to  the  same  great  Father  pray 

In  hopeful  unity. 

They  share  each  other's  joys,  and  share 
Each  other's  sorrows,  too. 

They  have  been  tested,  and  each  found 
The  other  brave  and  true. 

Why  should  God's  altar  separate! 

Why  should  religion  break 
The  love  bonds  joining  human  souls  J 

Can  true  religion  make 


Men  love  each  other  l«„r    0,  Nol 
The  brotherhood  of  man 

In  lovmg  Mrvioe  feUowship 
I*  Chrirt'e  divineet  plan. 

Fight  on  together  for  the  right 

Belf-eacriflcinsr  men 
United  in  a  .acred  cause 

Can  never  flght  again. 

W«U  vital  love  reveal 

Although  , hey  do  not,  wh;n  they  pray 
At  the  same  altar  kneel. 


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TEAXX  OOD  rOB  niBLin  FATHIBI 

Thank  Ood  for  (athera  who  were  brave, 

Not  oowardi  baae, 
Men  who  were  true,  who  feared  no  wrong, 

But  face  to  face 
Oraaped  evil  with  heroic  grip. 
Fought  it,  and  won  the  maatenhip. 

Thank  Ood  for  sona  of  manly  men 

Who  fear  no  foe; 
Who  have  a  vital  faith  in  God, 

And  dare  to  go, 
Where  an  unblemished  conacience  leadi, 
To  do  for  duty  fearleaa  deedi. 

Ood  pity  him  who  ia  so  baae 

He  will  not  sue 
His  duty  to  his  homii,  his  Ood 

And  Liberty; 
Whose  self-degraded  conscience  finds 
Excuses  scorned  by  noble  minds. 

God  pity  the  ignoble  sons 

Of  fathers  brave, 
Who  fear  to  meet  the  despot  foe 

Freedom  to  save; 
Who  claim  their  country's  rights  to  share, 
But  to  defend  them  will  not  dare. 


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OJOTAIK  UatB,  V. 


0. 


Who  «  that  hero  who  had  the  eroM 

Pinned  on  hii  breaat  today  f 
He  wa«  an  outeaat,  when  war  began- 

"Drank  like  a  flah"— they  aay. 

Entered  the  aru,y,  and  .ome  with  ineera 

Said  he  would  uaelesi  be- 
Othera  objected  to  have  their  sona 

Fighting  with  auch  aa  he. 

But  m  hi.  ,oul  waa  God 'a  image  atiU 

Beady  to  grow  in  power. 
War  waa  ita  Springtime,  and  it  burst  forth 

Into  life's  perfect  flower. 

He  was  "Bill  Smith",  in  his  old  home  town 

Hopeless,  unkindled,  then, 
Brinpng  but  shame  to  his  mother's  heart. 

Shunned  by  his  fellowmen. 

"Past  all  believing  I"  you  dare  to  say 

'Miracle  great!"  0,  No! 
He's  an  awakened  and  vital  soul 
Starting  towards  God  to  grow. 

Tested  in  flame  of  the  world's  fierce  War 

Dross  has  been  burned  away 
He  is  revealed  as  a  noble  man. 

Captain  he  is  today. 

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Never  before  had  his  heart  been  itirred 

Deeply  by  cluty'i  eall, 
But,  when  he  heard  it,  he  aniwered,  "  Jerel' 

Bravely  be  offered  all. 

Fifbting  for  liberty,  jaatioe,  truth; 

Fighting  for  home  and  right, 
All  that  waa  beat  in  hia  life  awoke; 

Weakneaa  waa  changed  to  might, 

"Valorona,  chivalrous,  noble,  brave; 

Hero  I"  hia  comradea  aay. 
Worthy  waa  he  of  the  croaa  the  King 

Pinned  on  his  breast  today. 


UlUTIirAlIT  BEOWH 

Lieutenant  Brown  wu  goinv  home, 

He  bad  been  granted  leave; 
He  d  done  bit  duty  grandly,  but 

He  would  no  praiue  receive. 

""Twaa  all  in  tbe  day',  work,"  he  uid 

You  were  all  brave  and  true; 
I  found  it  eaay  to  be  bold 

With  eomrades  auch  aa  you." 

"I'll  tell  your  frienda  in  Canada 

How  fearleasly  you  flght; 
Eapecially  your  aweethearta,  boya; 

I  go  tomorrow  night." 

And  then  we  said,  "A  dinner,  Brown, 

We'll  give  before  you  go. 
Tomorrow  night;  the  high  estecp-, 

We  hold  you  in  to  show." 

We  fought  the  Huns  next  day,  and  won 

A  victory,  but  O I 
Brave  Brown  was  lost,  and  when  we  dined. 

Our  hearts  were  full  of  woe. 

As  Brown's  own  Captain,  I  proposed. 

Here's  to  Brown's  memory; 
Because  we  knew  him,  each  of  us 
Will  ever  better  be." 

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Next  night  I  sat  alone,  and  thought 

Of  Brown's  great  bravery, 
When  part  of  him  crept  down  the  trench, 

And  slowly  said  to  me, 

"I  missed  the  dinner,  Cap,  tonight, 

0,  yes!     I  know  I'm  late; 
I  slept  awhile,  and  coming  back 

I  had  to  find  a  gate 

"Between  the  barbed  entanglements 

Before  the  trench  we  took; 
One  leg,  one  arm,  I  had  to  creep; 

One  eye  I  had  to  look. 

"They  saw  me  crawl  on  'no  man's  land'. 

And  fired,  but  I  lay  still. 
Pretending  death,  until  the  moon 

Had  set  behind  the  hill. 

"But  I  am  very  hungry.  Cap, 

And  very  thirsty,  too; 
Please  bring  me  something  soon,  'twill  be 
So — kind — and — good — of — ^you. ' ' 

He  fainted  then,  I  ran  for  help, 

I  brought  him  nourishment, 
I  gave  him  wine  to  strengthen  him. 

And  for  the  surgeon  sent. 


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When  consciousness  r  t'Tned,  I  said 
"We  thought  ydu  ujd  'gor"!  west', 

But  you  will  be     11  :jght  jgain 

Now  that  you    wr.uuds  are   Iressed." 

"Not  quite  all  right,"  he  smiUng  said, 

"But  what  is  left  of  me 
Will  prove  to  you  that  I  am  still 

The  friend  I  used  to  be." 

We  made  it  clear  to  him  that  he 
Lay  in  the  trench  two  days, 

And  that  last  night  we  toasted  him 
In  words  of  highest  praise. 

"I  must  have  been  unconscious  then 

For  thirty  hours,"  he  said, 
"'Twas  kind  of  you  to  toast  me,  boys, 

I'm  glad  I  was  not  dead. 


"Another  dinner  I  will  give 
And  toast  you  ere  I  go 

Back  to  my  dear  Toronto  home. 
And  the  kind  friends  I  know." 

When  all  the  other  men  had  gone. 
He  said,  "I'll  grateful  be. 

If  you  will  send  a  cablegram 
To  my  old  dad  for  me. 


"Just  say  that  I  am  wounded, 
But  that  ray  wound  is  slight, 

For  the  ofScial  message  might 
Give  my  home  folks  a  fright." 

And  then  he  smiled  and  blushed,  and  said, 
"O,  Cap!  please  write  for  me 

A  letter  to  my  sweetheart,  dear, 
And  tell  her  I  will  be 

"Quite  well  again,  and  will  come  home 

To  see  her  bye  and  bye; 
And  that  to  date  I've  only  lost 

One  leg,  one  arm,  one  eye; 

"That  I  can  get  a  fine  glass  eye, 

A  new  leg,  and  new  arm. 
And  that  I  hope  my  new  make  up 

Will  still  have  power  to  charm. 

"Say,  too,  I  am  not  quite  all  here. 

But  what  is  left  loves  you ; 
I  think  one  arm  will  fold  you,  dear. 

Almost  as  well  as  two." 

He  lay  face  down  for  two  long  months. 

1  went  each  week  to  see 
How  he  got  on.    Each  time  I  went. 

He  joked  and  laughed  with  me. 


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I  wrote  his  letters,  and  they  still 
Were  full  of  hearty  cheer. 

E'en  when  his  dreadful  agony 
Forced  an  unwilling  tear. 

0,  noble  Jack !   Upon  the  field 
Yon  were  a  hero  true; 

Unselfish  Jack !  In  hospital 
You  were  a  hero,  too. 

You  are  a  type  of  thousands,  who 
In  fearlessness  abound; 
Who  in  their  service  for  the  right, 
A  vital  faith  have  found. 


FBIVATE  JONES 

He  seemed  hopelessly,  utterly  bad; 

He  was  lazy  and  slouchy,  too; 
And  lie  could  not  be  trusted  to  do 

Anything  that  he  ought  to  do. 

When  we  called  him  the  lowest  of  names 
He  would  snarl  like  a  dog,  and  swear; 

■When  we  told  him  to  better  his  ways. 
He  would  never  appear  to  care. 

But  one  day,  when  the  "drum-fire"  was  on, 
And  the  field  was  torn  up  with  shell; 

Private  Jones  went  to  rescue  our  "Cap", 
Where  he  lay  in  the  fiercest  hall. 

Por  the  Germans  had  broken  his  leg. 
And  our  Captain  in  anguish  lay, 

But  "Bad  Jones"  dared  the  fire,  and  he  brought 
Our  Captain  dear  safe  away. 

Then  we  gathered  Jones  into  our  arms. 
And  we  hugged  him  and  tried  to  tell, 

How  we  loved  him,  and  said  he  was  white ; 
Ho  just  smiled,  as  he  said,  "0,  heiu' 

"Do  you  think  I  could  see  the  old  Cap 

Lying  there  on  the  field  to  diet 
No!   I  said  to  myself— Bad  Bill  Jones. 

Ii  is  up  to  yon.  Bill,  to  try. 
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"And  the  sn-ile  on  the  Captain's  face, 
And  the  things  that  he  said  to  me, 

Made  me  vow  to  the  Lord  in  my  heart, 
Private  Jones  will  a  new  man  be, 

"And  I  thank  you  all,  boys,  for  the  way 
You  have  treated  me  here,  and  now ; 

If  yon  stand  squarely  by  me  I  know 
I  can  live  up  to  that  great  vow." 

And  we  promised  that  we  would  be  square 
And  would  proudly  true  friendship  show. 

Well,  he  kept  the  great  vow  that  he  made. 
And  his  soul-shine  began  to  glow. 

His  true  soul  had  been  dormant  for  years 

But  its  power  is  vital  now. 
It  awoke  when  he  did  his  brave  deed, 

So  he  registered  then  his  vow. 

Both  his  heart  and  his  clothes  are  now  clean. 
For  there  is  not  a  man  so  bad, 

That  he  has  not  a  soul  light  within 

We  may  kindle,  and  make  him  glad. 


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"WAB  ENDED  H7  BEUOIOM" 

1  asked  a  man  to  go  to  church 

With  me  one  day; 
"War  ended  my  religion,  sir, 

No  more  I  pray. 

"I  knew  that  Christ  had  surely  failed, 

When  war  began. 
He  taught  me  peace,  and  bade  me  love 

My  fellowman." 

"He  taught  you,  too,"  I  said,  "to  fight 

For  truth  and  right; 
For  justice,  honor,  freedom,   'gainst 

Despotic  might. 

"He  taught  you  they  are  better  far 

Than  peace  with  wrong. 
No  lasting  peace  can  come  until 

Christ's  men  are  strong. 

"The  war  was  caused  by  ruthless  Huns 

Who  Christ  deny; 
And  who  the  power  of  Christian  men 

With  scorn  defy. 

"Had  men  not  cared  for  honesty 

By  Christ's  laws  taught. 
Nor  for  the  sanctities  of  life. 

As  true  men  ought. 


"We  might  have  had  a  German  peace, 

When  war  first  came; — 
An  ignominious  peace — a  peace 

Of  conscious  shame; 

"A  peace  by  which  the  Oermans  ruled 

The  whole  woiid  o'er; 
By  which  the  truest  things  of  life, 

Were  ours  no  more; 

"A  peace  by  which  democracy 

And  hope  were  lost, 
But  Christian  men  rejected  peace 

At  such  a  cost; 

'And  with  a  vital  faith  in  Ood, 
And  hearts  alight. 
Unselfishly  for  love  of  Christ 
Entered  the  fight. 

"You  speak  of  your  religion,  sir. 

What  liind  had  yout 
Its  loss  should  not  affect  you  much — 

It  was  not  true. 

"I  hope  you  may  discover  Christ 

Who  came  that  we 
Might  have  a  more  abundant  life; 

Then  you  may  see 

"Essential  truth,  Christ's  vital  truth 

That  makes  men  free; 
Then,  sir,  a  faithless  pessimist 

You  will  not  be." 

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"TOU  OAMHOT  PA88" 

"Onward  to  Paris,"  the  tyrant  wid, 

„v   """'"O  """t  be  humbled  low." 

"nlT"'  f'™'"  !*'''  '*>»  Kallant  French, 
Backward  your  hosts  must  go." 

Onward  in  pride  came  the  German  hordes 
_     Boastful  in  ruthless  might-  ' 

you  cannot  pass,"  said  the  noble  French 
"France  will  uphold  the  right  "  ' 

^'"sfnf.'r  f"">*''s  did  the  dastard  Huns 
Struggle  to  reach  their  goal- 

"Pr^^^T*  """•■'  ^'^  ""  ^«"le™  French, 
France  has  regained  her  soul." 

Becklessly,  ceaselessly  came  the  foej 
_    Calmly  the  French  replied. 
You  must  not  pass  o'er  the  Verdun  hills : 
Vain  IS  your  boastful  pride.  ' 

"Hon^r,  and  justice,  and  home,  and  truth 
We  will  defend  from  you;  ' 

F™nli°°-,iT'  '°  *■"  t«"*i°S  hour 
France  will  be  strong  and  true. 

%l^"satrae;;';r« ''«™  *»  "^"o 

"""!f»itt'^'.,^'■i"'»^"y  ^''^Kht  the  French: 
Th^^^7"^  ""^  ^"°»  *ey  •""•■led, 

'xrfr?r.irwX-~-  ^"-^  »'-<> 


TBI  nun  AHKBIOANS  TO  DIE 

Bona  of  America,  fearless  and  free, 

Four  of  them  lie  aide  by  aidf  in  one  grave  j 

Firat  of  her  heroea  to  die  there  in  France; 
Fighting  for  liberty  their  Uvea  they  gave. 

Bravely  they  battled,  and  dnuntlesaly  died, 

Honored  the  earth  ia  that  lies  on  each  breaat; 

Weeping,  but  proud  of  their  valorous  dead 
Comrades  have  tenderly  laid  them  to  rest. 

Lovingly  o'er  them  the  "tricolor"  waves 

Close  to  "Old  Glory"  to  say  to  the  world, 

"Till  we  have  triumphed  o'er  despotic  might, 
We  fly  together  for  freedom  unfurled." 

Ended  the  service — a  leader  of  France 

Said,  "In  the  name  of  my  country  I  give 

Honor  and  thanks  to  these  heroes  who  died 
Fighting  so  bravely  that  justice  may  live." 

"Farewell  true  noblemen.    Your  death  will  bind 
Your  land  and  my  land  forever  for  right; 

We  by  your  grave  looking  up  to  God's  aky, 
Pledge  that  in  brotherhc  .1  we  will  unite. 

"Sound  the  'Last  Post.'  They  will  hear  o'er  the  sea. 
And  its  sad  message  o'er  valley  and  hill 

Will  wake  men's  souls,  and  they'll  prove  to  the  world 
That  in  America  freemen  live  still." 

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M  LOOU 

Lover  of  liberty  anaweriog  duty 

Proudly  he  went,  and  hi>  ucrifloe  made; 

Killed  there  in  Kemmel  be.ide  the  green  mountain, 
Yonder  m  Locre  hii  body  wa<  laid. 

Long  it  haa  lain  there  ueneath  the  old  lilac- 

There  by  the  side  of  the  ehurch  i.  hi,  grave- 

Long  have  we  mourned  him,  yet  proudly  remfmbe^d 
That  he  went  bravely  true  freedom  to  .ave. 

Now  there  in  Loere  the  fierce  battle  rages- 

Hand  to  hand  fightmg  from  dawn  light  to  eve  glow, 
Shnekmg  of  shell  lir.  from  eve  glow  to  daL 

Six  Hmes  has  Locre  been  lost  and  retaken 

nv.r  k'""  *™"v''^  "'  '"''  '•"•*"  ""'«'  by  our  foesj 
Overhs  grave  by  the  church  side  they  struggle. 
But  he  sleeps  on  in  his  well  earned  repose 

0  God  of  battles!    For  Thee  our  brave  heroes 

Wak^'Ji^.         f°"*"  """^  ""  """^"'y  have  died; 
Wake  all  the  nations,  reveal  the  great  visions 
Taught  by  the  Lowly  One  men  crucified 


AT  BAT 

Hordes  of  Huns  savagely 
Bushed  to  the  fray; 

Lovers  of  liberty 
Held  them  at  bay. 

British,  Americans, 

Frenchmen  were  they, 

Who  on  the  "Western  front' 
Held  them  at  bay. 

Olorioualy,  gallantly 

Day  after  day 
God's  splendid  noblemen 

Held  them  at  bay. 

"Come,"  said  they,  fearlessly, 
"We're  here  to  stay; 

Beady  to  die  for  right 
We  stand  at  bay. 

"Despots  can  never  drive 

Freemen  away; 
Justice  and  right  must  live; 

We  stand  at  bay." 

So  the  unconquered  stood 

Intrepidly, 
Hurling  the  fierce  Huns  back; 

Nobly  at  bay. 


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Cbivtiroul,  valoroni, 

R«*olute,  they 
"Baolu  to  the  wall"  itood  there; 

Dauntleu  at  bay. 

Heroea  all  I  Honor  them  I 

For  them  we  pray ; 
Qod  blew  them,  and  keep  them 

Safe  there  at  bay. 


"OVn  TBI  TOP" 

0,  Molly;  How  I  long  to  aee  you  amile, 
And  stand  with  you  upon  our  hill  awhile. 

My  heart  is  often  there  at  eve  with  you 

To  let  you  hear  its  love-beat  say,  "I'm  true." 

And  hear  you  sweetly  answer,  "Dear  I  know," 
And  with  you  watch  the  western's  sky's  red  flow. 

0,  Molly  darling,  at  the  dawn  of  light 
Tomorrow,  we  go  "O'er  the  top"  to  fight. 

And,  as  we  go,  I'll  think  of  you,  my  own. 
And  in  the  charge  I  will  not  be  alone. 

I  will  be  conscious,  dear,  of  God  and  you, 
And  fearlessly  my  duty  then  I'll  do. 


AH  mOLUH  YOLUHTUE 

A  num  of  forty-five  came  in, 
And  wid,  "M»y  I  anliatt" 

Hi»  eyen  were  red,  and  itill  he  tried 
To  wipe  iwiy  tear  miat. 

"It'i  cfcilly,  air,  today,"  he  aaid, 

"It  makea  my  old  eyea  drip; 

I've  'ad  a  letter,  «ir,  from  'ome. 

My  wife,"— he  bit  hia  lip— 

"My  wife  writea,  you  muat  fight  the  'una 

We've  'ad  an  air  raid   'ere, 
And  your  poor  mother  'as  been  Icilled"; 
Again  he  dropped  a  tear. 

"That  'orrid  wind!  it  makw  'em  leak. 

I  came  out  to  the  States 
To  make  a  'ome  for  wife  j  but  now 
She  aaya  that  all  my  mates 

"At  'ome  in  England  have  gone  off 

The  blooming  'una  to  fight. 
And  'elp  to  save  the  world,  she  says. 
For  freedom,  'ome,  and  right." 

"She  saya,  'The  Kiddies,  Jack,  and  I 

Will  be  all  right,  you  know. 
For  I  am  strong,  and  I  will  work, 
So,  Jack,  you'll    'ave  to  go. 


"  'They  killed  your  mother,  Jack,  thoae  'uni, 

I  can't  be  'appy,  Jack, 
Until  you  wear  the  uniform; 
So  I  am  going  back 

"The  wife  is  right,  I  must  enlist, 
I  'ope  you'll  pass  me,  too, 
I  think  you'll  find  my  body  strong; 
I  know  my  'art  is  tme. 

"For  mother  dear,  and  motherland; 

For  wife  and  kiddies  too, 
I'll  go  across  the  briny,  and 
My  duty  I  will  do. 

"And,  when  the  war  is  over,  sir, 

I  will  come  back  again. 
And  bring  the  wife  and  kiddies  too 
To  live  'ere  with  me  then. 

"I  love  the  grand  old  'Union  Jack,' 

I  love  'Old  Glory,'  too; 
I  know  those  flags  forevermore 
Will  be  to  freedom  true." 

(In  a  recruiting  office  in  the  United  States) 


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OBAK  >rATHEB'8  JQST  PBIDE 

0,  yes!   It  was  my  grandson, 

It  was  his  second  flight 
In  France,  and  he  was  flying 

High  in  the  bright  sunlight. 

When  suddenly  three  Germans 

Dropped  from  the  clouds,  but  he 

Flew  at  them  gallant  hearted 
And  fought  the  German  three. 

Down  went  the  first  bright  flaming, 
Down  went  the  second,  too  j 

But  then  a  German  bullet 

His  manly  breast  pierced  through. 

He  fainted,  and  his  trusted  plane 
Fell  headlong  towards  the  ground. 

The  rapid  fall  aroused  him; 
He  woke  and  looked  around. 

He  saw  the  British  trenches; 

He  got  control  again, 
And  glided  till  he  landed 

Behind  the  lines,  and  then 

His  brave,  true  life  seemed  ended ; 

Insensible  he  lay. 
Till   stretcher  bearers   found  him. 

And  carried  him  away. 


He  did  not  die.    He's  living 

In  Iowa  with  me. 
He's  getting  stronger  quickly, 
And  says  he  soon  will  be 

Quite  ready  to  go  flying 
Again  beyond  the  sea, 

To  do  his  chosen  duty 

To  help  to  make  men  free. 

O,  yes!  of  course  I'm  proud,  sir. 
Mine  was  a  fighting  race; 

I  have  no  fear  my  grandson 
Will  ever  bring  disgrace 

To  either  home  or  country. 
Or  to  the  Allied  cause; 

He'll  bravely  fight  for  justice. 
For  truth  and  righteous  laws. 


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WELL  DONE,  TBXO 

I  hear  that  you  go  soon  to  France, 

Fred's  father,  my  old  comrade,  said; 

I  wish  you'd  visit  my  boy's  grave, 

And  standing  there  say,  "Well  done,  Fred." 

I  promised  him.    I  found  the  grave. 

And  on  it  tenderly  I  shed 
A  loving  tear,  and  with  heart  full 

Of  sympathy  said,  "Well  don;,  Fred." 

Unselfishly  you  left  your  home 

By  consciousness  of  duty  led; 
You  nobly  fought  in  freedom's  cause 

And  earned  the  tribute — "Well  done,  Fred." 


For  liberty  you  died — nay,  lived. 

And  still  will  live — ^you  are  not  dead. 

Around  me  now  I  seem  to  hear 

The  angels  singing,  "Well  done,  Fred." 

I  look  away  beyond  the  clouds 

That  sail  in  glory  o'er  my  head. 

And  on  the  western  wind  I  hear 

His  homeland  message — "Well  done,  Fred. 


T01IH7  AIDHS,  JACK  OAITOOK,  AKD  SAMH7 

Tom  and  Jack  met  Sam  in  France, 

And  welcomed  him  one  day; 
They  grasped  hia  hand,  and  gripped  it  hard, 

And  cheered— "Hooray  I   Hooray  I 

"We've  waited  for  you,  Sam,"  they  said, 

"We're  glad  to  see  you  here; 
We're  freedom's  sons  of  one  old  stock, 

So  let  us  all  three  cheer." 

And  cheer  they  did,  and  then  said  Tom, 
"We've  had  some  scraps  of  yore. 

But  bygones  long  are  bygones. 
Our  scrapping  days  are  o'er. 

"And  Britons  shake  your  honest  hand, 

And  welcome  you  with  joy. 
We're  glad  to  fight  till  freedom  wins, 

Brave  Sam,  with  you  old  boy." 

Said  Jack,  "Dear  consin,  we  have  had 

Misunderstandings,  too. 
But  for  a  hundred  years,  and  more 

"We've  lived  in  peace  with  you. 

"And  as  we  flght  for  home  and  right 

Against  the  ruthless  foe, 
Our  hearts  together  bound  by  love. 

Will  ever  closer  grow." 


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Then  Cammy  said,  "I  thank  you  both, 

I'm  with  you  till  we  win; 
I'm  proud  to  claim  you  as  my  friends. 

For  we  are  surely  kin. 

"One  God  we  love,  one  faith  we  hold. 

One  freedom  we  defend; 
With  our  great  heritage  of  pluck 

We'll  conquer  in  the  end. 

Then  hand  in  hand  in  sacred  tones 

They  pledged  fidelity. 
And  said,  "Through  all  the  coming  years 

True  brothers  we  will  be." 


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VETEBANS  BLUK  AMD  OBAT 

They  stood  together  on  the  street, 

Their  old  hearts  beating  fast, 
And  watched  the  stalwart  soldier  boys 

So  proudly  marching  past. 

Their  memories  recalled  the  day 

Near  sixty  years  ago, 
When  they  had  marched  through  cheering  crowds 

To  meet  an  unknown  foe. 

"I  went  when  Lincoln  called,"  said  one, 

"To  make  my  country  free." 
"I  went  to  fight  for  freedom,  too," 

The  other  said,  "with  Lee." 

"Men  never  fought  more  bravely  than 

The  blue  and  gray  did  then," 
Said  they,  "Their  sons  in  freedom's  cause 

Will  prove  that  they  are  men. 

"For  comrades  now  undauntedly 

Our  boys  in  freedom's   light 
Go  forth  for  God  and  liberty 

For  justice,  home  and  right. 

"And  North   and  South — one  nation  now 

With  all  true  men  unite 
To  save  democracy,  and  teach 

Mankind  no  more  to  fight; 

"That  all  the  earth  may  understand 

Christ's  all   embracing  plan. 
And  make  the  dream  of  ages  true;— 

The  brotherhood  of  man." 


CHRIST  OM  THE  BDINEO  WALL  IN  TPXES 

There  stood  the  fine  cathedral 

Beside  the  grand  Cloth  Hall 
Now  it  is  dust  and  ashes, 

But  one  small  bit  of  wall 
Is  still  unharmed,  and  on  it 

Christ's  statue  stands  alone; 
His  calm,  true  face  still  glowing 

With  love  for  all  His  own. 

The  Prussians  did  not  spare  it 

A  due  respect  to  show. 
For  they  despise  Christ's  teaching. 

And  aim  to  overthrow 
His  basis  of  true  freedom. 

His  law  of  righteousness; 
And  ridicule  the  lessons 

He  taught,  mankind  to  bless. 

Each  soul  may  give  its  answer. 

But  there  it  stands  today, 
And  from  their  homes  in  cellars 

The  Belgians  come  to  pray 
Before  it.    Sef  one  kneeling 

A  little  girl,  there  now; 
Down  on  the  dust  and  ashes 

She  kneels  to  make  her  vow. 

And  prays  for  faith  to  strengthen. 

And  for  the  soldiers  true. 
That  they  may  have  Christ's  guidance 

In  all  they  try  to  do. 
Dare  any  sneer  or  mock  herf 

Dare  any  one  deny 
That  simple  faith  has  taught  her 

She  must  on  Christ  rely? 


BB-DUOOWUNO  OHBUT 

Efficiency  the  Oennan  God 

Began  to  rule  mankind; 
Foul  aelflshnesa  dwarfed  human  loula 

And  made  men's  spirits  blind. 

The  love  of  base  material  things 
Destroyed  the  vital  power, 

Of  higher,  dearrr  vision,  till 
The  re-awakiug  hour, 

When  robber  Huns  contemptuously 
Christ's  basic  truths  denied. 

And  with  imperilous  insolence 
The  Christian  world  defied. 

But  Christians  nations,  unified 
For  freedom,  honor,  right. 

Arose  with  Christian  chivalry 
To  check  the  rule  of  might. 

And  men  have  re-discovered  Christ, 
And  learned  to  see  the  good 

In  all  mankind,  and  love  the  law 
Of  human  brotherhood. 

And  we  will  prove  that  we  can  be 

Efficient  Christians,  when 
The  war  is  won — ^not  heathens  base^ 
And  love  our  fellowmen. 


WHZN  OtIB  BOYS  OOMS  BACK 

"War  brutslizea,  and  our  boya, 

When  they  come  back  again 
Will  all  have  lost  their  kindlineu, 

And  changed  to  brutal  men. 

"War  makes  men  hard  and  selfish, 

Our  boys  of  gentleness 
Will  come  with  ruthless  hearts  and  be 

Ruled  by  base  selfishness." 

0,  no!   Our  boys  will  be  more  true 

More  tender  and  sincere, 
More  conscious  of  their  brothers'  rights 

With  vision  true  and  clear. 

They  fight  not  for  themselves.    They  fight 

To  make  men  truly  free; 
They  fight  for  babes  and  womanhood; 

They  cannot  selfish  be. 

They  fight  to  make  the  innocent 

Prom  evil  more  secure; 
Their  fight  against  impurity 

Will  make  their  lives  more  pure. 

The  boys  who  dare  the  rain  of  fire 

Their  dying  chums  to  bless,  ' 
Will  come  with  hearts  aflame  with  God 

And  deeper  tenderness. 


The  boyi  who  nrely  went  to  ohnrch, 

Bnt,  H  their  oomrade*  die, 
Pray  a  heart  prayer,  have  learned  the  way 

To  life  more  true  and  high. 

The  boyi  who  fight  for  right  muit  feel 

Life'i  higher  dettiny, 
The  boya  who  fight  for  womanhood 

Ijeam  Chriatian  chivalry. 

The  boya  who  bravely  climb  the  heighta 

To  meet  the  lavage  Hon, 
Will  come  with  faith  in  God  and  right 

When  freedom  haa  been  won. 

The  boya  who  aing,  when  facing  death 

Of  mother  and  of  Sue, 
The  aweet  old  songa  of  honke  and  love. 

Are  men  divinely  true. 

The  boya  who,  when  they  leave  the  trench 

To  meet  the  Huna  in  fight. 
Sing,  "Ood  our  help  in  ages  paat," 

Will  come  with  aoula  alight. 


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MAOB  tMUVa  BY  LOVI 

"You  have  three  ioim,"  I  Mid, 

"Ton  ibould  ipare  two; 
They  wiah  to  join  the  ranka, 
Let  them  big  trne." 

"I  love  my  wni  too  well, 

My  fine  young  eons, 
To  let  them  go  to  die 
Murdered  by  Hunt." 

"Thouundi  have  gone,"  I  said, 

"Duty  to  doi 
Their  mothers  love  their  loni 
Tenderly,  too." 

"They  do  not  love  their  sona, 

Aa  much  aa  I 
Love  mine.    If  mine  were  killed, 
Then  I  would  die." 

"Tbeir'e  ia  a  higher  love 

Than  youra  can  be; 

Service  to  God  and  man. 

Their  love  can  see." 

"I'm  knitting  socks,  and  so 

I'm  serving,  too; 
That  is  enough  for  us, 
'Tis  all  we'll  do." 


"You  urve  in  your  own  way, 

But  why  rettrain 
Your  •cm  who  clearly  see 
Their  duty  plaint" 

Then  apoke  her  eldeat  son. 
"Mother,"  said  he 
"Knitting  is  not  enough — 
Christ  died  for  me. 

"All  that  He  taught  is  now 

Threatened  by  Huns, 
Yet  you  refuse  to  let 
Your  willing  sons 

"Fight  against  despots  base 

For  God  and  right. 
For  home,  for  truth,  and  peace 
With  freedom's  light. 

"I  should  be  ready  now 

To  show  that  I 
Am  willing  in  Christ's  cause 
To  bravely  die. 

"Love  without  service  dwarfs. 

It  cannot  bless; 
Love  without  sacrifice 
Is  selfishness. 


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"Hothen  who  cannot  no 

Upon  the  height 
Ood'i  guiding  hand,  have  lo»t 
Love's  glowing  light. 

"I  am  Ood'i  ion,  and  man 'a 

Not  youn  alone: 
I  repreaent  Ood  here; 
I  am  my  own. 

"I  am  reaponsible 

To  Ood  for  power 
He  eave,  which  I  should  use 
In  this  great  hour. 

"So  mother,  I  mut  go. 

With  coward's  heart 
Life  would  be  bittemeaa; 
I'll  do  my  part. 

"My  brothers,  too,  intend 

To  go  with  me 
To  fight  for  you,  and  help 
To  make  men  free. 

"If  we  come  not  again, 

Mather,  to  you. 
You  will  remember  that 
Your  sons  were  true." 


OHBIBT-LIXE  HZK 

E'en  some  of  thoae  who  stay  at  home, 
And  do  not  dare  for  Christ  to  die, 

Speak  of  the  soldier 'a  wickedness. 

And  shake  their  heads  with  tearful  eye. 

0!  base,  ignoble,  torpid  souls, 

Unkindled  minds  with  narrow  view; 

Who  doubt  salvation  for  the  men 
Who  die  for  Christ  as  heroes  true  I 

The  soldiers  may  not  talk  of  Christ, 
But  better  far  they  try  to  do 

Their  duty  as  true  Christian  men. 
Can  this  be  said,  v^in  men,  of  yout 

Christ  left  his  home  the  world  to  save. 

The  soldier  sailed  across  the  sea 
Away  from  home  and  friends,  that  he 

Might  fight  for  Christ  to  make  men  free. 

Christ  knew  not  where  to  lay  His  head 
When  weary.    So  the  soldier  lies 

In  trench  or  on  the  battlefield 

With  face  exposed  to  frowning  skies. 

Christ  suffered  hunger  for  mankind. 

So  the  brave  soldier  suffers,  too, 
From  hunger  through  long  days  and  nights 

To  save  your  liberty  for  you. 


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Chrigt  faced  the  mystery  of  death, 
And  agonized  for  you  and  me; 

The  aoldier  nobly  faces  death, 
And  anguish  of  Gethsemane. 

Christ  willingly  laid  down  His  life. 

That  through  His  death  all  men  may  see 

The  glory  of  His  mrfect  love, 
And  learn  man?  highest  destiny. 

The  soldiers,  too,  lay  down  their  lives, 

As  freely  as  on  Calvary 
Christ  died.    They  die  in  sacred  cause 

For  justice,  right,  and  liberty. 

They  Uve  like  Christ— like  Christ  they  die. 

They  loving  service  do  for  men. 
Their  fellowship  of  suffering 

With  Christ,  v..!  make  them  live  again. 


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MORE  DZOBADDia  THAH  WAS 

When  war  is  waged  for  selfish  aims; 
Or  settlement  of  rival  claims; 
Or  when  ambition  to  be  great 
Pills  souls  with  bitterness  and  hate; 
Or  when  a  despot  ruthlessly 
Dares  to  destroy  man's  liberty; 
Then  war  is  wrong,  degrading,  base, 
A  monstrous  crime  against  the  race. 
But  there  are  things  in  human  life 
More  base  than  even  war's  fierce  strife. 

When  conscience-power  has  decayed ; 
When  truth  and  justice  are  betrayed; 
When  men  lack  moral  force  to  fight 
Against  aggression's  frenzied  might; 
When  they  have  lost  the  vital  force 
Impelling  souls  to  nobler  eonrse; 
When  they  would  barter  right  for  peace, 
"Though  justice  die  and  honor  cease; 
Then  souls  have  lost  the  guiding  light 
That  leads  men  upward  to  truth's  height. 


Christ  taught  men  to  be  true  and  strong 
To  fight  for  right  against  the  wrong. 
And  yet  base  cravens  dare  to  use 
His  name,  when  they  to  fight  refuse. 
When  in  religion's  sacred  name 
Objectors  try  to  hide  the  shrine 
Of  coward  hearts  that  will  not  fight 
For  freedom,  justice,  home,  and  light. 
Such  state  of  mind  and  heart  is  worse 
Than  war  their  souls  to  blight  and  curse. 


TBIUUPHANT  DEMOOSAOT 

I  saw  the  German  army 

Just  as  the  war  began. 
Three  days  I  saw  them  marching 

To  carry  out  the  plan. 

Made  through  long  years  by  selfish 
And  savage  despots  who 

Planned  to  destroy  man's  freedom, 
And  all  that  Christ  made  true. 

I  saw  the  noble  Belgians 

Who  dared  to  block  the  way 

Against  the  fierce  invaders 

Who  sought  the  world  to  sway; 

Who  scorned  the  Kaiser's  offer 
To  sell  their  souls  for  gold, 

And  taught  him  that  true  freemen 
Can  not  be  bought  nor  sold. 

I  saw  the  gallant  Frenchmen 
On  guard  along  their  line 

Boused  by  a  valiant  spirit 
Unknown  beyond  the  Bhine. 

I  saw  their  glance  of  valor 
In  France's  darkest  days, 

And  knew  they'd  die  for  honor 
Thrilled  by  the  Marseillaise. 


I  saw  tho  Ctordoiu  landing 

In  France  one  epoch  day, 
When  Scotch  and  French  were  comrades  j 

And  worthy  comrades  they. 

They  sang  with  Highland  ardor, 
Ab  they  marched  proudly  paat, 

"01  God,  be  thou  our  helper 
Against  the  stormy  blast." 

I  saw  the  English  gather 

In  London  for  the  fray. 
Beady  to  die  for  justice 

Calmly  they  marched  away> 

Their  country's  call  fli>;y  answered, 

They  saw  their  duty  clear; 
Grandly  they  proved  the  falseness 

01  the  proud  Kaiser's  sneer. 

And  Irishmen  came  gladly 
In  freedom's  sacred  name 

To  fight  for  King  and  Empire 
With  Irish  hearts  aflame. 

Old  enemies  united. 

X''rom  North  and  South  they  came 
To  stand  or  fall  together 

With  but  a  single  aim. 


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I  aaw  the  first  Canadians 
Train  on  Valvartier's  field, 

And  knew  that,  when  their  test  came. 
No  foe  conld  make  them  yield. 

Forceful  were  they  and  fearless, 
Qentle,  and  kind,  and  true; 

Men  of  strong  faith,  went  ready 
Great  deeds  for  right  to  do, 

1  saw  the  men  responding 

In  the  United  States, 
When  called  to  drive  the  boastful 

Foemen  from  Freedom's  gates. 

Intrepid  men  responded. 

Quickly  they  made  reply. 
And  never  grander  army 

Marched  forth  beneath  the  sky. 

Long  years  the  struggle  lasted. 

And  in  the  bitter  fight 
Democracy  was  tested 

Against  despotic  might; 

And  Tnt  men  won,  for  Freedom 
Breeds  vital,  fearless  sons, 

Besourceful,  and  strong-hearted 
To  stand  behind  her  guns. 


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OHBIBT'g  QUESTION 

What  did  you,  in  the  world's  dark  hour 

To  help  mankind  and  me, 
When  the  Huns  made  the  land  a  hell. 

And  turned  to  hell  the  seat 
Did  you  got 

What  did  you,  when  the  Kaiser  base 

Killed  babes  and  mothers,  too, 
In  defiance  of  all  my  laws; 

Tell  me,  what  did  you  dot 
Did  yon  got 

What  did  you,  when  your  brave  young  son 

Said,  father,  let  us  fight 
For  the  freedom  of  all  mankind, 

For  home,  and  truth,  and  right  t 
Did  you  got 

No  I  your  duty  you  did  not  do; 

You  brought  me  only  shame; 
Though  I  died  for  mankind,  and  you 

Have  dared  to  use  my  name. 
You  did  not  go. 

And  you  dwarfed  your  brave  son's  best  power. 
When  he  was  true  to  me : — 
Prom  the  blight  that  you  brought  to  him, 
He  never  can  be  free. 


UiraBUTSH  80LDIKR8 

When  Satan  aees  a  selfish  man, 
He  smiles  and  goes  away, 
"He's  mine,"  he  says,  "I've  got  him  sure; 
I  do  not  need  to  stay. 

"And  some  who  'Christians'  caU  themselves 

Amuse  me  most,"  said  he, 
"They  fear  that  soldiers'  souls  are  lost; 

Themselves  they  cannot  see. 

"Because  their  selfish  souls  are  blind. 

The  soldiers'  little  sins 
Give  me  but  little  claim  on  them, 
'Tis  selfishness  that  wins. 

"The  soldiers'  souls  I  fear  I've  lost. 

They're  free  from  selfishness; 

Each  with  his  comrade  shares  his  all, 

And  fights,  the  world  to  bless. 

"Those  selfish  'Christians'  who  just  aim 

To  save  their  own  dark  souls, 

But  fail  to  serve  their  fellowmen; 

When  we  have  called  the  rolls, 

"Will  be  surprised  to  learn  that  they 

Must  come  along  with  me; 
While  soldiers  take  the  other  road. 
Who  served  unselfishly." 


THE  OHAPLAIK  AT  VIM7  BIDOI 

"Your  wn  wm  kiUed;  we  »aw  him  diei 

He  led  oar  line." 
"He  waa  God's  boy,"  the  chaplain  said, 

"As  well  as  mine." 

■With  dying  men  the  chaplain  prayed 

The  long  night  through; 
Prayed  as  he  never  did  before 

With  power  new. 

But,  when  he  saw  the  opal  glow 

Of  dawning  light. 
He  went  to  find  his  only  son 

Upon  the  height. ' 

With  tenderness  he  carried  back 

His  gallant  boy; 
He  wept  although  his  heart  waa  lit 

With  vital  joy. 

Around  the  grave  his  comrades  stood. 

His  father  led 
In  hopeful  song  and  faith-lit  prayer, 

And  then  he  said: 

"I  loved  you,  son— 0  how  I  loved  I 
God  loved  you,  too; 
You  are  not  dead;  you  stiU  live  on. 
But  life  is  new. 
M 


I*  . 

If  , 


"Tour  father's  heart  o'erflowi  today 

With  loving  pride; 
Chriit  died  for  you,  my  »on,  and  you 
For  Him  have  died. 

"The  flower  that  blooma  in  early  mom, 

And  dies  ere  noon, 
Lives  truly  its  allotted  time; 
Dies  not  too  soon. 

"Your  life  was  short  but  beautiful, 

Your  work  is  done; 
Yon  nobly  answered  duty's  call. 
And  triumph  won. 

"God  bless  your  mother,  darling  boy, 

Keep  her  heart  strong; 
She  know  that  not  alone  to  us 
Did  you  belong. 

"I  will  work  on  with  deeper  love 

For  dying  men; 
Your  life  and  death  will  give  me  strength 
Ooodbyel    Amen." 


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TBI  OLD  OIUUM  BXBU 

Yetl  that  old  Oerm»n  Bible 
My  father  gave  to  me ; 

Bii  father  brought  it  with  him 
To  thi»  land  of  the  free. 


For  many  generationi, 

More  than  four  hundred  years, 
Our  family  ha«  kept  it, 

And  itill  our  hearti  it  cheen. 

Grandfather's  spirit  led  him 
To  cross  the  great  wide  sea, 

That  from  despotic  Prussians 
ffis  soul  might  be  set  free. 

My  husband  died,  and  left  me 
Four  sons — good  men  are  they. 

For  I  have  tried  to  train  them 
To  walk  life's  upward  way. 

■We  read  the  English  Bible, 
But  love  the  German,  too. 

For  it  recalls  the  old  days. 

When  German  hearts  were  true 


To  Chriit  and  all  Hia  teaohing 

Led  by  ita  aaored  Usht ; 
The  daya,  when  German  people 

Loved  juatiee,  troth,  and  right. 

Orandfather'a  vital  apirit 
Still  filla  our  aoula,  and  we 

Deipise  deapotic  tyranta, 
And  love  true  liberty. 

My  four  aona  now  are  fighting 
To  make  the  whole  world  free. 

God  blen  my  boya,  and  naide  them, 
And  bring  them  back  to  me. 


lAVID 

Behind  the  linea  near  Arraa 
We  lived  in  "dug-outa"  deep. 

"Look  here;  don't  light  your  matches, 
We're  tired  and  want  to  sleep." 

So  spoke  my  weary  comrades 

In  kindly  threat  to  me; 
"Go  back  a  mile  and  light  them; 

Don't  let  the  Germans  see." 


A  l«tur  from  my  iweethMrt 
Hmd  come  from  home  th»t  dayi 

And  M  I  rote  »nd  left  them, 
And  walked  •  mile  «w»y. 

I  found  »n  unniod  "dug-ont" 
And  lit  my  matohee  there, 

To  re«d  the  eheerinB  meM«ge 
In  which  ehe  wrote  a  pr»yer 

That  I  should  bo  protected 

By  day  and  night  from  harm. 

Then  I  went  back  itiU  dreaming 
Of  Jean 'a  bewitching  charm. 

But  ere  1  reached  the  "dug-out" 
A  high  exploaive  ahell 

Had  killed  my  ileeping  comradea, 
And  left  me  here  to  tell 

How  death  so  nearly  met  me 
That  Bad  October  night ; 

And  try  to  do  my  duty 

More  bravely  for  the  right. 


m  fauhd  oonmibkoi  or  tbi 
oonomiTioui  objbotob 

"When  a  man  uyi  'my  eonieienee  will  not  permit 
m*  to  juitify  war,'  I  reply  you  had  better  juitify  your 
eonaeience." — Chancellor  Day,  Syracuae  ifniveraity. 

Made  by  your  lower  aelf  alone 

Tour  palaied  eonaeience  ia  your  ^//fi  -, 

Made  by  your  baaeat  aelfiahnaes 
It  haa  no  power  to  guide  or  bleaa. 
Tou  aay  your  eonaeience  will  not  let 
You  fight  for  truth  and  freedom  i  yet 
You  claim  to  be  a  Chriatian.     Shame 
To  ao  degrade  Chriat'a  aacred  name. 
Christ  taught  us  what  to  be  and  do 
To  make  the  world  more  free  and  tnu 
Your  eonaeience  ahould  give  steady  ligLt 
To  guide  you  upward  to  the  height 
Where  duty  calla  true  men  to  fight 
For  honor,  juatice,  virtue,  right, 
Against  base  despot's  ruthless  might. 

Your  conscience  robs  your  soul  of  power. 

And  makea  you  useless  in  the  hour 

When  all  Christ  taught  is  threatened.    Wake  I 

And  do  your  part  for  His  dear  sake. 

Your  conscience  you  have  dwarfed,  and  ao 

Its  light  has  lost  its  guiding  glow 

And  faith  has  no  directing  zest. 

You  stand  unkindled  and  unblest 

Content  in  selfish  ease  to  rest 

While  Christ's  men  climb  to  reach  the  crest. 


You  fail  the  sunUt  heighte  to  see, 

Where  heroes  flght  to  make  '»•»''«?• 

You  know  your  mother,  wile,  and  child 

May  by  vUe  deapota  be  defiled, 

Yet  wUl  not  do  your  duty  clear, 

And  flght  for  thoae  you  hold  moat  dear. 

You  "cannot  justify  the  war," 

Because  you  cannot  see  the  star 

Of  Bethlehem  upon  the  sky. 

Set  free  your  soul  and  let  it  fly 

Beyond  your  narrow  selflsh  view 

To  flnd  a  higher  vision— new. 

Men  grow  who  see  with  vision  true 

And  then  their  duty  bravely  do. 


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WHY  WE-EE  KOHUHO 

We're  fighting  now  that  our  young  sons 

May  never  have  to  fight. 
As  did  their  fathers  for  the  cause 

Of  liberty  and  right. 

We're  fighting  now  so  that  the  world 

May  evermore  be  free 
Prom  despots  who  would  dare  to  rule 

By  brutal  tyranny. 

We're  fighting  now  that  fellowship 

And  human  brotherhood 
May  ever  be  by  all  mankind 

More  fully  understood. 


THE  OLD  BBITI8H  VETBBAN 

Did  you  see  his  old  eyes  glisten 
When  the  soldiers  marched  away, 

As  he  proudly  stood  to  listen 

To  the  band  that  autumn  dayt 

Did  you  hear  him  tell  the  story 

Of  the  day  so  long  ago, 
When  for  England,  home  and  glory. 
He  marched  off  to  meet  the  foef 

Sixty  years  ago  my  mother 

Came  to  see  her  son  depart, 
And  beside  her  stood  another 

Who  had  won  my  happy  heart. 

And  "The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me" 
That  the  band  played  loud  and  clear. 

Meant  my  Kate.    My  tears  near  blind  me; 
For  today  she  is  not  here. 

In  old  Devon  she  is  sleeping, 
Close  beside  the  rock-bound  sea; 

You  must  just  excuse  my  weeping, 
For  so  much  comes  back  to  me. 


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Ab  I  hear  again  the  rattle 

Of  the  drumbeat  eall  her  sons, 

Yesl  and  grandaona  to  the  battle, 
To  defeat  the  savage  Huns. 

When  the  war  is  o'er,  I'll  greet  them 
Proudly  if  they  are  alive. 

Hopefully,  I'll  wait  to  meet  them; 
God  protect  my  valiant  Ave! 

They  have  gone  for  England's  glory, 
Gallant  five,  across  the  sea. 

And  I  know  they'll  carve  a  story 
That  will  bring  no  shame  to  me. 

So,  although  my  eyes  are  shedding 
Teardrops,  they  are  grateful  tears; 

In  my  heart  there  U  no  dreading, 
It  is  beating  hopes,  not  fears. 


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A  nut  HEBO 

His  life  is  full  of  horror, 
And  yet  his  letters  tell 

Of  happiness,  and  end  with— 
"Dear  mother,  I  am  well." 

He  writes  not  of  the  trenches 
And  how  he  suffers  there. 

But  of  the  flaming  poppies 
Red  blooming  ev'rywhere. 

When  he  has  been  com.ner.ued 

For  duty  nobly  done 
He  boasts  not  of  his  valor 

But  tells  about  his  fun. 

When  he  was  badly  wounded 
He  wrote,  "Don't  worry,  dear; 

I'm  getting  better,  mother; 

Keep  your  heart  full  of  cheer." 

He  adds  no  pang  of  sorrow 
To  her  o'erburdened  heart; 

He  sees  and  tells  the  bright  things. 
And  this  is  life's  great  art. 

For  there  is  always  shadow, 
But  always  sunshine,  too; 

And  he  is  life's  true  artist 

Who  paints  the  brightest  view. 


"TOU'BK  DBATTSD" 

Let  joy  triumphant  ffll  your  heart. 
You're  drafted;  proudly  do  your  part 
For  home  and  country,  truth  and  nght, 
Against  the  ruthless  tyrant's  might. 
Go  bravely!    Do  you  duty  clear. 
You're  drafted. 

For  God  and  liberty  you  go 
To  fight  against  their  basest  foe. 
Humanity's  most  sacred  laws 
He  violates.   Awake!    The  cause 
Of  justice  claims  you.    Do  not  fear, 
But  answer  with  a  ringing  cheer; 
You're  drafted. 

Of  freedom  get  a  vision  new; 
Of  duty  see  the  larger  view; 
•With  soul  aflame  with  fervid  glow 
For  freedom,  honor,  virtue  go; 
Save  all  that  noble  men  hold  dear; 
Let  your  heart's  echo  be  a  cheer; 
You're  drafted. 

Democracy  relies  on  you, 
Your  manhood  prove.    Be  strong  and  true. 
FaUnot!    To  God  and  man  be  just. 
Your  country  truste;  accept  its  trust. 
With  faith  and  hope  its  loud  call  hear. 
Yours  is  no  coward  heart^o  cheer. 
You're  drafted. 
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SABBATH  SEBTIOBB 

The  church  wu  large;  the  curt 
Stood  near  the  altar  there, 

That  aunny  Sabbath  morning, 
And  led  his  flock  in  prayer. 

Old  men  were  they  who  worshipped, 
The  young  had  gone  to  fight 

In  service  of  the  Master 
To  guard  His  holy  light. 

Behind  them  busy  workmen 
Of  "army  service"  were 

Repairing  broken  harness, 
Who  listened  to  the  prayer. 

Was  it  not  desecration 

Upon  the  Sabbath  day 
To  make  God's  house  a  workshop, 

While  men  had  come  to  pray ! 

Both  services  were  sacred. 

Some  worked  while  others  prayed. 
Both  the  great  law  of  service 

Bevealed  by  Christ,  obeyed. 

No  day  can  be  too  sacred 

To  work  for  His  great  cause; 

For  freedom  and  humanity. 
For  just  and  righteous  laws. 


HAB  OHBISTUHITY  TAILED? 

The  atheUt  sneered,  as  he  heard  the  ehime 

Of  belU  in  the  ehurehee  at  Easter  time ; 

"Poor  weaklings,"  he  said,  "are  the  men  who  say 

That  Christ  is  a  force  in  the  world  today. 

But  hate  over  love  has  at  length  prevaUed, 
The  world  U  at  war,  Christianity  failed. 

Should  Christian,  be  cowards,  and  tamely  yield, 
Or  fight  for  the  freedom  that  Christ  revealedl 
Should  Christian,  be  cravens,  when  neighbors  bleed, 
Or  go  to  their  aid  in  their  hour  of  need! 
The  work  of  the  Saviour  is  n»i,y«' ^»°*'       „„„ . 
More  triumphs  must  stiU  in  His  Name  be  won. 
But  only  the  thoughtless  believe  that  He 
Has  failed  in  the  struggle  to  make  men  free. 

Democracy,  based  on  the  truths  Christ  taught. 
Has  widened  the  vision  of  human  thought. 
And  driven  the  despots  from  height  to  height, 
Who  taught  the  false  doctrine  that  might  is  right. 
Each  glorious  century  since  He  came, 
The  light  that  He  kindled  has  brighter  flame, 
And  shines  on  new  crests,  as  men  upward  cUmb, 
Inspired  by  His  life  and  His  love  sublime. 
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nt  cry  of  brave  Belgium  wu  loud  and  ud; 
The  Germans  had  come,  and  with  carnage  mad 
Defying  all  laws  the  relentleaa  horde 
Swept  onward  destroying  with  fire  and  sword 
They  ravaged  her  land  with  a  savage  rage,' 
They  murdered  in  frenzy  both  youth  and  age, 
Tbt  homes  of  the  innocent  peasanta  blazed. 
The  temples  of  God  were  in  fierce  wrath  razed. 

If  men  in  the  day  of  their  test  had  quailed. 

The  Aeptic  might  sneer,  and  say  "Christ  has  failed  " 

But  Christians  were  true,  and  they  rushed  to  meet 

The  despot,  and  drive  him  to  sure  defeat  ■ 

They  came  with  reUef  to  the  starving  child. 

They  lifted  the  maiden  base  beasts  defiled, 

They  answered  a  nation's  appealing  wail, 

With  love,  and  with  service— THEY  DID  NOT  PAIL. 


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TBI  oHom  or  me 

QhoiU  uMd  to  go  around  at  night, 
Till  twelve  o'clock,  and  then 

They  ipread  their  gauzy  wingi,  and  went 
Back  to  the'r  gravel  again. 

But  modem  gb';'"',  like  "e"  themwilvea. 
Have  won^K  ...  .  rogrem  made, 

They  see,  urs--.    by  day  or  night. 
In  sunihii  i  or  in  ihade. 

Two  ghosts  of  sev'nteen  lev-nty-aix 

Came  out  one  April  day. 
And  aaUed  acroas'the  briny  deep 

To  Europe  far  away. 

They  flew  along  the  "Western  front" 
And  were  surprised  to  see 

"Old  Glory"  and  the  "Tricolor 
Together  o'er  the  sea. 

"They  floated  in  America 

Together  once,"  said  one ; 
"The  French  with  us  fought  gloriously 

When  we  our  freedom  won." 

"They  fight  again  for  freedom,"  said 

The  other,  "for  I  know 
Where  tyrants  threaten  liberty, 

Those  flags  wUl  ever  go." 


Then  u  they  farther  went  they  uw 

High  flying  tide  by  aide 
The  Britiah,  French,  and  U.  S.  flagi. 

"Thank  CtodI  Thank  GodI"  they  cried. 

"Hurrah  I  Hurrah  I  the  world  ii  safe 

Old  enemiea  unite 
To  save  democracy,  and  cruah 

The  lavage  despot's  might. 

"When  we  get  back  with  joy  weTl  tell 

What  we  today  have  seen, 

And  Waahington,  and  La  Fayette, 

And  Pitt  wi<'.  joyous  mien, 

"Will  lead  us  all  in  singing 

Hosanaa  for  the  light 
That  leads  the  freedom  lovers 
To  battle  for  the  right. 

"And  Bums  and  Whitman  then  will  read 

Their  songs  of  liberty, 
And  we  will  form  a  ring  and  shout, 
'The  world  will  happy  be.' 

"And  Oerman  ghosts  will  take  our  hands 

And  sing  and  shout  with  glee. 
And  say  'Thank  God  the  war  has  made 
The  German  people  free.'  " 


tl 


"irr  own"  oouimT 

"I  will  not  fight  acroM  the  ira 

To  Mttle  qu»rrel»  there, 
But,  if  on  my  own  country '•  »oil 

A  foreign  toe  ihould  dare 
To  step,  then  I  would  follow  thee, 
01  lacred  banner  of  the  free." 

01  narrow,  dormant,  torpid  aoul. 

From  lelflehneH  awake. 
Chriet  died  for  yon,  and  you  ahonld  do 

Your  duty  for  Hi»  »ake; 
And  help  to  eavo  democracy. 
Or  your  own  land  *ill  not  be  free. 

Your  morale,  sir,  are  very  low 
Baaed  on  your  selflahneee; 

Your  life  was  given  on  the  terma 
That  you  would  help  to  bleea 

All  other  Uvea.    Remember  then 

Christ  taught  the  brotherhood  of  men. 

Your  logic,  too,  i>  very  poor, 
It  means  that  you  should  fight. 

Not  for  your  country  nor  for  state. 
But  just  for  your  own  right. 

He  dwarfs  his  soul  who  lives  alone 

For  self— whose  motto  is  "my  own." 


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TBI  PLAnruDvoui  PAomm 

I 

"Bnt  war  ean  iMvtr  auUn  mn  tnt, 
War  will  dMtiojr  d«moan«7." 
Whenever  ruthleu  deapot  flgbt* 
Afainit  mui'e  democratic  right* 
One  way  alone  i«  left  to  aave 
Democracy.    We  miut  be  brave 
And  fight  for  jiutioe,  freedom,  right 
Till  we  deatroy  hie  boaeted  might. 
Since  Chriet  revealed  democracy, 
And  taught  that  each  man  ihould  be  free. 
Bale  deapots  daring  to  control 
Man'*  body,  intellect  and  aoul 

Have  fought  againat  Hi*  laving  plan , 

The  perfect  brotherhood  of  man. 

In  wara  by  tyranny  begun 
Democracy  ha*  ever  won; 
Each  war  found  freemen  true  and  atrong 
To  fight  for  right  againat  the  wrong; 
Each  war  brought  higher  viaion,  when 
The  world  regained  ju*t  peace  again. 
He  muat  not  win  whoae  poisoned  mind 
Planned  the  enalavement  of  mankind; 
The  dastard  tyrant  of  all  time 
Whoae  war  of  treachery  and  crime 
Againat  democracy  and  right 
Threatened  all  freedom  by  his  might, 
He  muat  be  taught  that  freemen  atill 
Have  power  to  break  hi*  deapot  will. 


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Oura  is  not  war  of  rival  kings. 

We  fight  to  save  life's  sacred  things — 

Truth,  justice,  honor  and  the  right 

To  grow  in  freedom  towards  the  light. 

The  sweetest  echoes  of  past  years 

Are  echoes  of  resounding  cheers. 

When  chains  were  broken,  men  made  free, 

And  deeper  love  of  liberty 

Was  kindled  in  men's  souls  to  be 

New  power  in  true  democracy. 

So  we  must  fight  till  joyous  cheers 

Proclaim  to  all  the  coming  years 

The  final  triumph  of  the  right 

O'er  savage  hate  and  despot  might. 

n 

"We  should  have  stopped  the  war  by  thought," 

He  said.    "High  thinking  would  have  brought 

True  peace  without  the  loss  of  life — 

Without  producing  fierce  world  strife." 

"A  ship's  load  sailed  two  years  ago," 

I  said,  "to  end  this  dreadful  woe 

Of  war  by  hopeful  thoughts  of  peace. 

They  thought  kind  thoughts.  War  did  not  cease." 

All  thoughtful  people  sadly  smiled. 

While  thoughtless  pacifists  reviled 

The  men  who  bravely  dared  to  fight 

To  save  the  world  from  despot  might. 

A  rabid  dog  with  maddened  brain 
Will  not  be  peaceful  till  he's  slain. 
If  one  in  frenzy  tried  to  kill 

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Your  child,  would  you  «t  weakly  still, 
And  caU  him  "dofrgy,  dear,"  and  say 
Jtind  doggy,  pause  end  drive  away 

Ite  world  18  happy,  so  be  glad"f 
However  peaceful,  gentle,  mild. 
You  d  kill  the  dog  and  save  your  child 
no  must  we  conquer  tyranny 
That  men  forever  may  be  free, 

III 
"I  h»te  all  war.   It  can't  be  ri»ht 
That  m«ii  ihonld  ever  hare  to  ilght." 

I,  too,  love  peace  and  hate  fierce  war 
But  with  more  vital  force  by  far    ' 
I  love  the  light  of  liberty, 
And  hate  the  bonds  of  tyranny. 
Peace  may  be  purchased  at  the  cost 
UI  freedom,  justice,  honor  lost. 
I  love  the  joy  song  of  the  free; 
The  spirit  of  democracy; 
The  right  of  independent  mind; 
The  right  of  justice  for  mankind; 
ne  nght  to  join  in  common  cause' 
With  others  making  freemen's  laws- 
^e  nght  to  be,  and  think,  and  do 
What  vision  tells  my  soul  is  true 
These  are  life's  greatest  things,  and  I 
For  them  should  live,  for  them  should  die 
If  need  be,  fighting  for  the  right 
Against  imperious  despot's  might. 


When  tyrants  dare  to  take  from  mo 
My  freedom,  then  no  peace  ean  be. 
Christ  came  not  to  send  peace,  but  war 
Against  all  wrong,  and  still  His  star 
Leads  to  the  crest  towards  which  men  climb 
Who  strive  to  make  all  life  sublime. 
Men  are  base  traitors  to  the  right 
■Who  for  true  freedom  will  not  fight. 
Till  despots  from  agression  cease, 
And  brotherhood  brings  lasting  peace. 


A  WEAK  APOLOOT. 

"Don't  blame  the  Gennan  soldiera  for 
Their  crimes  of  deepe»t  ahame 

Against  fair  woman  and  sweet  child, 
For  they  are  not  to  blame. 

"Their  officers  commanded  them 

To  slaughter  or  be  slain ; 
Their  brutal  leaders  drove  them  on. 
To  them  belongs  the  blame." 

No!    Their  revolting  deeds  declare 
The  vileness  of  the  Hun; 
None  but  the  foulest  savages 

Could  do  what  they  have  done. 

What  would  a  British  soldier  lad. 
Or  gallant  Frenehman,  true  ' 

Or  chivalrous  American, 
Or  young  Canadian  dof 

Or  valiant  son  of  Italy! 

Each  one  with  flashing  eye 
Would  answer,  "No!     Take  back  at  once 

Tour  base  command,  or  die." 


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raxszaoi  fbxeooh 

0,  blind,  insens»te,  frenzied  men 

Who  boastfully  proeUim 
Your  love  of  freedom,  but  degrade 

True  freedom's  sacred  name! 

0,  incoherent  pacifists 

Who  with  tantnatio  aim 
Would  basely  yieU  to  tyranny. 

And  freedcji  bring  to  shame  I 

O,  men  who  do  not  wish  to  fight  I 
Your  consciences  you  made 
By  your  delirious  selfishness, 
And  peace  you  have  betrayed. 

You  are  the  frenzied  enemies 
Of  freedom  and  of  peace; 

You  chatter  nonsense,  while  men  fight 
And  die  that  war  ma;   cease. 

They  fight  for  all  the  highest  ♦hings 
That  Christ  revealed,  while  you 

Rave  wildly  about  Freedom's  cause. 
And  dream,  but  dare  not  do. 

With  senseless  drivel  you  abuse 
The  men  who  fight  for  you, 

And  all  the  sacred  principles 
To  which  you  should  be  true. 


Yet  U7  no  word  .gwiut  the  Hum 
Who  cUim  that  "might  i.  right", 

Who  «eer  at  human  brotherhood. 
And  hate  true  freedom',  light. 

Ton  are  the  world',  chief  charlatan^ 
it.  frantic,  mad  buffoon.; 

You  are  the  flighty,  babbling  babe. 
Who  tiy  to  gra.p  life',  mooni 


s» 


A  LOTAL  OkBHAll 

A  loyal  German  orator 

To  Germana  said,  "Let's  understand 
Why  Germans  should  be  loyal  men. 

Why  did  you  leave  the  Fatherland! 

"You  left  it  to  escape  the  yoke 

Of  despot  Prussian  tyranny, 
And  to  America  you  came 

-Where  men  are  men,  to  be  made  free. 

"Beneath  tlat  flag-Old  Qlory-you 

A  i-ome,  .'.nd  wealth,  and  justice  found; 

Tour  children  sing;  'America', 

This  land  to  you  is  sacred  ground. 

"Why  should  you  not  be  loyal  men! 

Each  thread  of  that  grand  banner  there, 
U  dear  to  honest  German  hearts; 

Be  honest  men  and  do  your  share. 

"Trust  not  the  Prussian  hirelings,  who 
Would  shake  your  loyalty  to  right, 

But  tell  them  you  have  learned  to  see 
The  glory  of  true  freedom  s  light, 

"And  fight  for  freedom  tor  your  friends 
Who  in  the  Fatherland  may  be; 

Fight  with  the  brave  Americans  _^ 

Who  fight  to  make  all  Germans  free. 


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A  DULOTAL  OZBHAN 

Outraged  by  German  deapotiim 
A  German  sought  democracy 

And  settled  in  a  western  state,    ' 
When  first  he  came  from  Germany. 

He  .ettled  on  free  land  and  breathed 
*ree  air  on  freedom's  soil  tiU  he 

Grew  neh;  and  told  bis  neighbors  how 
He  loved  America  the  free. 

He  boasted,  too,  that  when  he  came 
One  doUar  to  New  York  he  brought. 

And  made  a  million  by  his  thrift. 

When  war  broke  out  he  basely  taught 

That  Germany  should  rule  the  world, 
i'or  she  was  so  efficient,  she 

Should  teach  mankind  efficiency 

And  Kultur  spread  that  men  might  see. 

When  Congress  passed  the  law  of  draft 

And  said  each  man  must  do  his  shar^ 
For  home,  and  liberty,  and  right 

He  raged,  and  said  "no  man  shall  dare 
"To  take  my  sons  away  to  fight 

Against  my  dear  old  Fatherland: 
The  act  of  Congress  I  defy, 

And  on  my  rights  a  freeman  stand." 


H.  eur.«l  the  Sut.  ud  Stripe.,  Mid  -id, 
"If  any  officer  come*  here 
To  Uk.  my  «.».  ni  .hoot  Wm  ^owb^,, 
111  ehow  the  Y»nki  I  h»ve  no  fear. 

Next  day  he  wa.  not  quite  ao  bold, 
And  .ummoned  by  the  court  he  went. 

The  judge  .poke  .temly  of  hU  cnme, 
iid  threatened  prUon  punuhment. 

He  meekly  begg«l  forgivencM  then. 

And  asked  for  mercy  from  the  .Ute. 
The  judge  wa.  kind  to  him,  and  "»d, 

"Though  your  offence  ha.  been  w  great 

"ITl  let  yon  off  thUtime,  but  if 
You  ever  wy  one  word  again 

^-re™"o!r:ryU"S-.- 

'%i"..r?thrdoiit:tryrbrou.ht, 

"Your  duty.    Under  our  free  flag. 
Protected  by  our  nation  .  law.. 

You  have  enjoyed  a  '/•«■»»,•  "f*^;, 
Go  and  be  true  to  freedom.  cauM. 


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Un'l  VITAL  FOWXE 

The  battlefield  hu  many  ic. 

But  life  hu  vital  power  a"'  ao 
Nev  branehea  apriug  from  broken  tninka; 

New  leavea  on  ahattered  branehea  grow. 

The  neating  birda  hatch  out  their  broods 
In  grave-like  ahell  holea,  where  today 

They  aing  their  sojga  in  lovely  bowera 
Of  poppiM  red  in  bright  array. 

For  Nature  aeoma  the  tyrint'a  powera. 

Vaini  are  hia  efforto  to  deatroy; 
She  heala  hia  acan,  and  aoon  again 

Earth 'a  beauty  apringa  to  give  na  joy. 

Though  aome  have  feared  that  faith  wax  Cetd, 
And  that  no  more  its  light  would  ahine; 

Through  aacrifice  and  aervice,  faith 
Haa  grown  in  beauty  more  divine, 

And  consciously  gives  human  soula 

The  vital  power  of  Ood  to  do 
The  duty  he  reveals  to  each, 

If  life  be  pure,  unselfish,  true. 

So  from  the  despot's  ruthless  war 
True  freedom  will  in  beauty  grow 

O'er  all  the  earth,  till  brotherhood 
In  human  hearts  will  ever  grow. 


TILL  TBUB  OBIAT  DIIM 

Storin  of  (tauntlBM  heroM 

Dying  for  liberty, 
■Winning  for  troth  »nd  honor 

Triumphant  victory! 
T*U  th«««  great  rtoriM  everj 
We  should  forget  them  never. 

Heroe*  of  BaUcUvs, 

Heroei  of  Waterloo, 
Beroee  who  eaved  St.  JuUen, 

Fearleu  were  they,  and  troe, 
Tell  their  great  deede  forever; 
We  should  forget  them  never. 

Heroes  who  won  at  Vimy, 
Heroes  of  Paschendale, 

Heroes  who  died  at  Locre 
That  freedom  might  prevail, 

Tel!  their  great  deeds  forever; 

We  shonld  forget  them  never. 

What  shall  the  coming  ages 
In  stoiy  tell  of  youl 

Honor,  and  faith,  and  freedom 
Impel  you  to  be  true. 

You  must  record  your  story, 

Either  of  shame  or  glory, 


Never  wu  freedom  threatened 
Ai  dow  by  deepot  power, 

Never  wm  duty  clearer, 
Now  ia  your  teating  hour. 

You  muat  record  your  atory, 

Shall  it  be  •hame  or  gloiyt 

Duty  to  home  and  empire, 

Duty  to  liberty, 
Call  you  to  valiant  action; 

What  will  your  anawer  bet 
You  muat  record  your  atoiy. 
Shall  it  be  ahame  or  gloiyT 

Civiliiation  weeping 

For  Belgium's  heart  that  blof  la, 
Calla  in  the  name  of  mercy: 

"Wake  and  do  noble  deedi 
Wide  are  the  gates  of  gloiy, 
Enter  I    Beeord  your  atory. 


05 


LOVX  AHD  HATE 
"Ood  Onrw  bcluid"— 0«nnu  Pimyar 

You  poison  the  springs  that  should  ever  flow 
To  aid  the  bright  flowers  of  peace  to  grow; 
You  teach  little  children  in  school  to  pray 
That  curses  may  blight,  and  that  wrath  may  slayj 
Yon  plant  in  the  soil  of  their  young  hearts  seeds 
Of  baneful,  destructive  and  deadly  weeds; 
You  rob  them  of  vision  of  higher  view; 
You  wither  their  power  to  be  pure  and  true; 
You  turn  them  away  from  love's  garden  gate. 
And  chill  their  warm  blood  with  your  hiss  of  hate, 
But  back  o'er  your  land  all  your  curse  clouds  roll 
To  darken  and  shrivel  your  nation's  soul. 

You  savagely  boasted  your  brutal  might. 
And  scornfully  sneered  when  men  spoke  of  right; 
Befused  to  be  true  to  the  pledge  you  signed, 
And  jeered  at  the  nations  a  bond  could  bind; 
Defying  humanity's  moral  laws. 
You  murdered  the  helpless  without  a  cause; 
You  secretly  tried  an  infamous  plan 
To  sow  deadly  strife  between  man  and  man; 
Your  foul  plots  miscarried,  perfidy  failed ; 
The  nations  awoke  and  the  right  prevailed. 
Now,  facing  in  terror,  avenging  fate. 
You  shriek  in  your  fury  the  curse  of  hate. 
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We  heed  not  your  cones.    We  know  God  hean 
The  C17  of  the  nation  whoae  bitter  tears 
Flow  out  from  the  heart  that  in  anguUh  bleeds 
Because  of  your  merciless,  ruthless  deeds. 
Brave  Belgium's  blessing  of  prayer  and  praise 
The  cnne  of  your  venomous  hate  outweighs. 
We  sprang  to  her  aid  with  our  souls  aflame 
To  save  from  dishonor  old  England's  name. 
Peace  lovers  are  we,  but  true  Britons  fight 
When  freedom  is  threatened  by  despot  might. 
We  hate  not  your  nation.    We  fight  that  we 
May  aid  in  the  struggle  to  make  men  free. 

For  all  that  you  did  in  your  brilliant  past 
We  thank  you,  but  mourn  that,  misled  at  last, 
You  sullied  the  fame  of  your  noble  state. 
And  shadowed  your  soul  with  the  curse  of  hate. 
Base,  selfish  ambition  has  made  you  blind. 
Has  narrowed  your  vision  and  warped  your  mind 
We  hope  you  will  learn,  when  the  strife  is  o'er 
That  all  war  is  evil,  and  fight  no  more; 
That  hate  is  a  monster  whose  fatal  breath 
Bears  ever  a  message  of  gloom  and  death; 
That  love  is  the  highest  power  man  can  know 
To  start  the  divine  in  his  life  to  grow. 


UFE  AND  DEATH 

Some  count  their  lives  by  days  and  years; 

True  life  is  what  we  do 
To  dry  the  founts  of  human  tears, 

And  lead  to  higher  view. 

Death  is  but  life  at  rest  awhile 

After  the  day  is  o'er, 
Awaiting  with  a  tranquil  smile 

The  mom  to  work  some  more. 


H78TEB7  AND  OLOBT 

There  is  mystery  and  glory 

In  young  life's  untimely  end, 

But  we'll  understand  the  story, 

And  our  tears  and  smiles  will  blend. 

For  the  mystery  will  leave  us. 
As  the  sadness  disappears; 

And  its  pain  will  cease  to  grieve  us 
In  the  sorrow-healing  years. 


Then  the  glory  and  the  beauty 
Of  the  life  that  once  was  ours, 

Will  guide  us  to  higher  duty 

And  to  more  triumphant  powers. 


OHOtAQE  rATHEBS  Or  HBBOIO  BONB 

Fathers  of  noble  sons  are  we — 
Heroes  who  died  for  liberty; 
Sons  who  to  us  will  ever  be 
Living  in  loving  memory. 

Glad  they  were  men  whose  hearts  were  tme, 
Proudly  we  saw  them  go  to  do 
Duty  for  home  and  country,  tooj 
Duty  for  right  with  vision  new. 

Sons  such  as  ours  brought  no  sad  tears, 
Lives  such  as  theirs  ne'er  gave  us  fears; 
Deep  in  our  hearts  through  coming  years 
Grandly  will  ring  their  parting  cheers. 


THK  SOLDIEB'S  WILL 

His  metal  disc  was  in  his  hand, 
Where  on  the  field  he  fell, 

And  on  it  they  could  read  the  words, 
"Give  all  I  own  to  Nell, 

My  wife."    He  had  not  made  a  will, 

But  when  the  bullet  brought 

His  sentence;  of  his  wife  and  home 

The  dying  soldier  thought. 

With  knife  upon  his  disc  he  scratched 
The  will  that  gave  his  wife 

And  babies  all  that  he  had  owned; — 
The  last  act  of  his  life. 


OAHADA  TO  THE  UHTTBD  RATES 
On*  Hnndrad  Yean  After  Lnndy'i  Luw 

Bravely  they  fought  that  day, 

Bed  cnatB  and  blue; 
Fiercely  they  fought  that  night 

Gallant  and  true. 

Under  this  mound  they  lie 

Side  by  side  still, 
Men  who  died  foot  to  foot 

Here  on  the  hill. 

Standing  beside  their  graves 

Weeping  no  tears, 
Qrateful  are  we  for  peace 

A  hundred  years. 

Furled  are  our  battle  flags, 

Old  issues  dead. 
Heart-free  are  we  from  hate. 

Love  rules  instead. 


Here  on  the  battlefield 
Hand  clasping  hand 

Pledge  we  to  work  for  peace 
In  ev'ry  land. 


FATK  AT  TBI  VBOHT 


Two  officers  upon  a  hill 

Were  standing  side  by  side; 

A  shell  brought  death-burst  to  their  feet;- 
One  lived,  the  other  died. 

n 

"Good  bye,  old  boy,"  a  comrade  said. 

One  day  upon  the  road; 
"I'm  going  home  to  Canada, 

This  is  my  final  load." 

He  shouted  after  he  had  passed. 
Good  luck,  old  chum."  he  said; 

A  shell  screamed  o'er  my  head,  and  he 
And  his  two  mules  lay  dead. 

Ill 
When  near  his  hut  one  evening 

Killed  by  a  German  shell. 
The  last  they  fired  that  fatal  day, 

A  young  lieutenant  fell. 

A  sentry  stopped  him  on  his  way 

With  good  intent  to  say, 
"Do  not  go  home,  sir,  by  the  road. 

They're  shelling  there  today." 


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Had  he  gone  on  without  delay 
The  Qerman  nhell  would  not 

Have  harmed  him,  but  the  sentry  stood 
Bight  at  the  fatal  apot; 

And  in  an  instant  both  were  killud, 
Though  neither  was  to  blame; 

Because  to  save  the  officer 
The  watchful  sentry  came. 

"'Tis  fate,"  the  soldiers  say,  but  not 
The  fate  that  robs  of  power. 

Ad  trusting  faith,  and  valiant  deed 
In  duty's  vital  hour. 

Not  heathen  fate,  but  Christian  fate, 
That  shines  with  hopeful,  light; 

That  leads  to  self-forgetfulneaa 
Which  dares  to  fight  for  right. 


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Bu  mnmnsHKO  btobt 

I  cannot  know  the  story 

Of  what  you  might  have  done; 
I  can  but  dream  of  honon 

Yon  would  have  earned,  dear  ion. 

But  I  shall  keep  the  record 
Of  how  you  did  your  part 

True  to  your  highest,  ever 
Deep  in  my  happy  heart. 

Beauty  of  dawn  and  sunset, 

Olory  of  sky  and  sea, 
Orandnesa  of  star  and  mountain, 

Will  bring  you  back  to  me. 

Often  in  woodland  pathway 
Beside  me  you  will  stand 

Tranquil  and  true,  and  tell  me 
Of  work  that  you  had  planned. 

And  life  will  aye  be  sweeter, 

Hope  be  more  strong  and  clear. 

Faith  more  serene  and  vital, 
Because  I  feel  you  near. 


H*  WH  the  wind  from  the  hilliide, 
Bringing  the  balum'i  perfume; 

He  wu  the  dawn  of  the  morning, 
Clearing  the  miat-oloude  of  gloom. 

He  wu  the  rock-bounded  itreamlet, 
Leaping  in  glee  through  the  glen; 

He  waa  the  wid.  flowing  river, 
Bearing  rare  treaaurei  to  men. 

He  waa  the  aun  of  the  Summer, 
Oiving  new  growth  in  the  field; 

He  waa  the  harveat  of  Autumn, 
Rich  in  ita  bountiful  yield. 

He  waa  the  arma  of  the  hemloek, 
Waking  enchantment  in  me; 

He  waa  the  crimaon-toned  maple; 
He  waa  the  wave-created  aea. 

He  waa  the  afterglow  glory. 
Ending  the  day  with  delight; 

He  waa  the  moon 'a  wondrona  magio; 
He  waa  the  atar-shine  of  night. 

He  waa  the  flower  of  the  Springtime; 

He  waa  the  pine 'a  myatic  tune; 
He  waa  the  spirit  of  Nature, 

Singing  ita  joy-song  in  June. 


So  through  the  yran  will  the  itreamlet, 

Biver  and  wtve-emted  lem, 
Dawnlight  and  Muuhine  ud  eve-glow, 

Star  gleam  and  flower  and  tree, 
Birdjong,  and  growth  time,  and  wind  breath, 

Whiaper  hi*  iweetneia  to  me. 


OUB  mMOBIIS 

Not  ai  a  aoldier  grim, 

Bnt  aa  a  happy  boy 
Will  we  remember  '  im, 

Badiant  with  each  new  joy. 

Not  ai  a  soldier  grim, 
But  aa  a  winaome  youth 

Will  we  remember  him. 

Clear-eyed  and  loving  truth. 

Not  as  a  soldier  grim, 
But  aa  a  man  upright 

Will  we  remember  him, 
Olowing  with  hopeful  light, 

Tet — though  our  eyes  be  dim 

Earnest  and  true  and  brave 

Will  we  remember  him, 

Fighting  life's  best  to  save. 


IDS 


For  my  dead  Km  w  dew 
I  ihed  a  father's  tear, 
But  in  my  heart  I  ebeer, 

Though  eye*  be  dim. 
True-hearted,  strong  and  free, 
A  just,  kind  man  was  he, 
A  loving  son  to  me. 

Why  mourn  for  himt 

When  duty's  loud  call  came. 
He  went  witli  heart  aflame. 
And  won  an  honored  name; 

My  valiant  son. 
Had  I  more  sons,  they,  too. 
Would  be,  I  know,  as  true. 
And  their  whole  duty  do. 

Till  freedom  won. 

His  place  I  cannot  take. 
But  for  my  dead  son's  sake 
New  efforts  I  will  make 

For  home  and  right. 
No  garb  of  mr  ming  sad 
I'll  wear.    H^  heart  is  glad 
A  son  so  true  I  had 

To  nobly  flght. 


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Prondly  I  mw  him  go, 
With  hii  yooth  life  aglow. 
To  meet  the  rnthleu  foe, 

With  hope  tod  joy. 
Mine  will  be  joyoiu  tean. 
Mine  will  be  grateful  eheen, 
Through  all  the  coming  yturtf 

For  my  brave  boy. 


DIADI 

Life'i  lupremeet  ehock  of  ndneu 
Dims  my  eye*  with  loving  lean. 

But  I  know  that  glowing  gladneu 
Will  be  mine  throughout  the  yean. 

Never  ihadow  came  nor  sorrow 
From  my  happy-hearted  boy. 

So  through  all  the  great  tomorrow 
Memory  will  bring  me  joy: 

Joy  of  honest,  manly  doing, 
Joy  of  service  for  his  friend, 

Joy  of  upward  path  pursuing, 
Till  he  reached  life's  noble  end. 

Doing  bravely  sacred  duty 

For  the  right  and  liberty. 
How  could  death  have  grander  beauty  t 

More  triumphant  dignity  I 


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TOUT  OMLT  MMI 

FrMdom  and  hono.  called  you, 
Nobly  you  m<d«  nply; 

For  right  and  truth  and  juatiM 
Bravaly  you  went  to  die. 

Ton  choea  the  life  of  aerriee, 
Choae  it  yonnelf  alone, 

And  made  the  path  of  duty 
To  Ood  and  man  your  own. 

Killed  on  the  field  of  battle 

Yonder  aeroaa  the  lea. 
Dear  eon,  111  ever  keep  >^  ■ 

Fondly  in  memory. 

Boyhood  of  loving  kinahip, 
Tonth  of  unfolding  might, 

Manhood  of  faithful  icrriee, 
You  made  all  life  more  bright. 

Comrade,  I  longed  to  know  you 
Till  yon  were  old  and  gray, 

That  I  might  watch  your  progren 
Along  life 'a  upward  way; 

That  I  might  keep  the  record 

Of  life  so  well  begun, 
And  ahare  with  you  the  uplift 

Of  triumph!  yon  had  won. 


I  ihaU  drMm  oo,  Movtd, 
Of  d««di  )Poa  migLt  h4T«  don; 

Dnsm  u  I  ellmb  lift'i  liUltidi 
To  ■••  the  Mttinf  mn; 

CUmbiac  with  ektnr  ▼Uon, 
And  itep  mora  light  and  (tront; 

Siacing  btoaoM  I  know  jron 
A  «WMt«r,  grander  long. 


80BB0W  AND  JOT 

Oh,  yea!    I'm  sorry  he  WM  killed, 

My  brave,  my  onlv  son; 
But  I  am  glad  his  life  was  filled 

With  man's  work  nobly  done. 

I'm  sad  because  he  died  so  soon. 

But  glad  he  lived  so  long, 
His  heart  with  purpose  high  m  tune. 

His  soul  serene  and  strong. 

Regret  oft  drives  its  poisoned  dart 

Into  my  breast,  but  then 
I  think  how  well  he  did  his  part 

And  I  rejoice  again. 

The  shadow  of  his  loss  I  see; 

Sometimes  the  clouds  hang  low, 
But  then  his  life  light  shines  in  me. 

And  sets  my  heart  aglow. 

Ill  smile,  though  loving  tears  may  fall 

As  pass  the  coming  years; 
He  heard  and  answered  duty's  call; — 

Mine  are  exultant  tears. 


110 


HIS  LAST  LBTTEB 

Dated  the  day  before 

My  brave  son  fell, 
Ere  the  dread  cable  said, 

"Killed  by  a  shell." 

Surely  it  must  have  come 
Straight  from  hia  tomb. 

Message  of  love  and  light 
To  break  the  gloom. 

Written  two  weeks  ago 
"Somewhere"  it  said; 

"Living  and  working  hard," 
Now  he  is  dead. 

Manly  his  hopeful  words 

Full  of  good  cheer  J 
Tender  his  thoughts  o»  home. 

Home  ever  dear. 

One  note  of  sadness  told 

His  heart  was  sore; 
"Baker,  my  chum,  is  blind 

He  fights  no  more." 

Message  of  faith  and  hope 

Last  from  my  son! 
He  lies  across  the  sea — 

Life's  work  well  done. 


Hi 


HABS  AMD  VXirnB 

The  spirit  of  Mars  on  the  earth  looked  down; 

Mankind  I  control,  he  said, 
The  ■world  is  at  war,  and  men's  hearts  are  mine; 

The  spirit  of  love  is  dead. 
Hate  rales  1    I  am  king!    At  my  feet  men  kneel, 
And  worship  the  power  of  my  bloody  steel. 

The  spirit  of  Venus  replied:  False  god, 

The  hearts  of  mankind  are  mine. 
The  clouds  of  your  hate  wiU  soon  pass,  and  then 

The  sun  of  my  love  will  shine. 
The  hearts  that  you  darkened  will  light  again. 
And  glow  with  trae  love  for  their  fellowmen. 

Brave  men  are  at  war  for  the  love  of  right; 

To  freedom  and  justice  trae 
They  fight  to  prevent  the  appalling  crimes 

Of  despots  who  worship  you. 
Love  rules  1  I  am  queen  I  Tour  malignant  dream 
Is  ended,  and  love  is  enthroned  supreme. 


